Horace Greene - Bohemian Italian Lyrics

He goes out just to find a fight
Blood on the streets, that's a normal Friday night
He don't play too nice

He's built like thunder and he spits like rain
He drinks at the bars 'til the ladies know his name
But you won't see him again

Cus it's minefield women and hearts too drunk to crack
Too drunk to crack

He's robbing the queen as he watched her get dressed
It wasn't comfort that killed, it was the knife in her chest
And that's him at his best

He's crooked like the painting on the wall
He took it, he took it out, he took it all
Even the loveseat sitting in the hall

Well it's a seasick groove and you've got to

Pour yourself another
Crawl back to the gutter
A successful night of making bad feel right
Now someone get this cigarette a light

You're the evil in the devil's eye and you can't deny
You're the evil in the devil's eye

They say I'm too bad
Well that's too bad for them