Badlands

(álbum: BulletBoys - 1988)

The neon streets are empty
And moon's my only light
Running in from the shadows
But there's no running from the fight

We'll find no pity for you city fools
Where the shotgun makes the rules

In the Badlands
There's a bad moon shining down
Badlands (Badlands)
Honey, we don't fool around

Well, your mama can't protect you
And you're the apple of her eye
When the strange, hanging blues come to ya
It's time to do or die

It doesn't matter which is quicker
Cyanide or sweet, sweet liquor

In the Badlands
There's a bad moon shining down
Badlands (Badlands)
Ooh, honey, we don't fool around

I'm in the Badlands (Badlands)
I don't know who I am
Badlands (Badlands)
You're really finding all you can

It doesn't matter which is quicker
Cyanide or sweet, sweet liquor

In the Badlands
In the Badlands (Badlands)
Dead moon from the south
Badlands (Badlands)
Ooh, honey, we don't fuck around

I'm in the Badlands (Badlands)
Badlands (Badlands)
B-b-b-b-b-badlands (Badlands)
Badlands, ooh-oh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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