Bad Night


By: Steve Sinnicks (http://www.sinnicks.com>
From: If You Don't Want the Genie Don't Rub the Lamp and Slow Learner

Well you don�t have to say a word,
Cause it�s worse that everyone�s heard.
I see the bruises under your eyes,
But nothing heals the old wounds inside.
It�s been a bad bad night, it�s been a bad bad night,
It�s been a bad bad night.

I don�t know why you even let him in,
Hits the bars then the violence begins.
And you know once he�s past the door
He�ll want everything back and then more.
It�s been a bad bad night, it�s been a bad bad night,
It�s been a bad bad night.

You�re afraid of the papers and looks from the neighbours;
He might even lose his job.
Well that price is slight for some peace at night,
And not waking up a corpse.
It�s been a bad bad night, it�s been a bad bad night,
It�s been a bad bad night.

It�s so hard going it alone.
I know you used to even own your own home.
Well the choice is still quite clear:
You start at zero or you stay here.
It�s been a bad bad night, it�s been a bad bad night,
It�s been a bad bad night, it�s been a bad bad night,
It�s been a bad bad night, it�s been a bad bad night,
It�s been a bad bad night.


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