The Paper Chase - Rock, USA

Let’s Be Bad, Henry, Let’s Be Really Bad

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Henry, tell your wife everything Henry, put your bible under your hand/head Henry, bite your lip if she says "Do you love me? Do you love me?" Henry, what's your chaplain to say? When you're alley cat'n after the wake And all the filthy johns can say "Oh let's be bad, Henry… oh let's be bad, Henry" Wife bedside, she's in heaven right now A voice from the ground Come to me, come to me, come to me, come to me Wife bedside, the good son says his goodbye A voice from pine box Come to me, come to me, come to me, come to me Wife bedside, she's in heaven right now A voice from the ground Come to me, come to me, come to me, come to me Wife bedside, the scarlet woman waits outside Sweetheart's wicked spine Is a dastardly tool that maps out my sidelines Wife bedside, do you want to meet your god? Did you crush her hand? As she kicked and she jerked and she cursed at her pain? The girls you got inside? Tell me every time you tried Tell me everything Come to me, come to me, come to me, come to me Come to me Come to me Come to me, come to me, come to me, come to me Come to me Come to me Come to me, come to me, come to me, come to me ...They built up two altars, ha, and, my friend, ha, I can see Elijah, ha — Ah Lord! Ha — when he tell them, ha — Ah Lord! Ha — "I want you to call, ha, upon your god, ha," and my friend...

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Writers: John Congleton

Let’s Be Bad, Henry, Let’s Be Really Bad

Let’s Be Bad, Henry, Let’s Be Really Bad

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