Buddy was a boy, he took some cocaine. They put him in jail and he was to blame. Days, when laid back in his cell, he wondered if he was going to heaven or to hell.

Because he was a bad boy,
a loose and on the run.
He was a bad boy,
he did things he shouldn't have done.
He was a bad boy, he did things he thought was fun.
Because he was a bad boy.

When they let him out, he did the same thing. He thought he was on top and a king. He got some heroin and shot it in his veins. There was no such thing to him as pain. I guess he got high to many times. Cause one day, he just fell down and he died. All the people from his town, did not care or give a damn.

Because he was a bad boy.

Buddy's little brother, thought he was bad, buddy was the only thing he ever had. He did the same thing and he died, no body cared no body cried.

Because he was a bad boy!

© cryptohobo