Badguy

The mistress of the night has a heart of wealth
The cards are dealt
Swimming in a crystalpool of whiskey, is where you find yourself
Not by yourself,
This is not the place where you define your self or find your shelve
Nor a day in heaven or a night in hell
But Lucy has her arms around you
And you might as well

They're saying nothing's changed
But he knows
Bad guy rebel soul, James Dean with a rose and a smoke
Now they know,
The road that he rode never let him go,
So they let him go
They're saying nothing's changed
But he knows
Bad guy rebel soul, James Dean with a rose and a smoke
Now they know,
The road that he rode never let him go,
So they let him go

Her lips taste of gold, as if she swam in midas well
A sip and a rose, and he ain't leaving by himself
A sip and she knows, all in and she folds
She's truth in his eyes,
He don't really lie himself
So she listens to his lies,
They say he had a good heart, yea
This is the demise
Something rotten in Denmark,
Whiskey state of mind
With his state of mind
He can fly,
One way ticket, she's looking to buy, born again christian, take her bisquits with some wine,
Love birds chirping at her windows,
Really she'll be fine, feeling she'll be fine
Really she'll be fine, feeling she'll be fine
(If you listen to the night, night)

They're saying nothing's changed
But he knows
Bad guy rebel soul, James Dean with a rose and a smoke
Now they know,
The road that he rode never let him go,
So they let him go
They're saying nothing's changed
But he knows
Bad guy rebel soul, James Dean with a rose and a smoke
Now they know,
The road that he rode never let him go,
So they let him go

The sting when she tattoos his chest, needle moving left
Ink sinking into newer depths, shooting through his vest
Bulletproof, till she put it to the test
Couldn't move, damned to be blessed
Never planned for the mess,
She's floating through his veins, as they're going through the rain
Lights a smoke and proofs her case
He can never run away, but he's already escaped, (..) x3
As the falling of his grace, is drawn into his faith, with a needle made of haze, he falls deeper in the maze,
Beating hearts they race, keeping higher pace, as she is slipping through his fingers, can't reach her in the chase,
As he's dreaming of her taste, keeps reaching for her gaze,
Feeling all its weight, as she turning in his way
His chest burning like a blaze, the needle starts to raise,
She's the image on his skin, the finish line it paints

They're saying nothing's changed
But he knows
Bad guy rebel soul, James Dean with a rose and a smoke
Now they know,
The road that he rode never let him go,
So they let him go
They're saying nothing's changed
But he knows
Bad guy rebel soul, James Dean with a rose and a smoke
Now they know,
The road that he rode never let him go,
So they let him go