Bad, bad he's a bad bad man,
But I'm a bad, bad a bad bad man
But he had something that I wanted,
Something that I needed it was you
Bah da ba, bah da ba
Bah da ba, bah da ba
He took you
Took me
Took back
From the train tracks
You fled us
Fled fast
Opened
Up the sealed wax
All
Your own
Men died
For this
To be brought home
Fame
Not gold
Not earth
These men with their souls sold
Fame
Not land
Not gold
Belongs
To this woman