No
sympathy for the bad boys
They
have to face the law
They
dig their own future
Chain
to Bamboo River
Though
they try
Avoiding
the jail
Dragging
on their cases
Hoping
it will be forgotten
Nothing
the bad boys do
The
bad dreams will haunt them
The
bad days will not run away
It
will stick them like honey
The
bees will come
Smell
the stolen honey
The
bad boys will run
Crying
loud jumping in the pond
The
bad boys
They
can spin their tales
The
zombie members drown in addiction
When
they wake up they will cry
The
bad boys
Paradise
isn't in
It's
likely in the lake of fire
They
can't go anywhere
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