My baby surrendered to fate
And I couldn’t even say how I felt later on that evening
Stating my name to the officer’s aide was in vain
Cause I knew they were out to get me

Place four of five fingers flat on a sticky plastic bat
Scan my blue bloodshot eyes for the history of my trials

When crimes are passionate can love be separate?
When crimes are passionate can love be separate?

Baby it’s a bad, bad law
It’s a bad, bad law, Geronimo
Baby it’s a bad, bad law
It’s a bad, bad law, Geronimo
Baby it’s a bad, bad law
It’s a bad, bad law, Geronimo
Baby it’s a bad, bad law
It’s a bad, bad law, Geronimo

En route to my cell I retraced every step
And found a way to redact and retell my story
No evidence and no witness to summon or finesse
I confess: it all sounds unlikely

A sweaty, paranoid palm pressed against a leathered wall
The law in all its flaws, me in an oversized overall

When crimes are passionate

Baby it’s a bad, bad law
It’s a bad, bad law, Geronimo
Baby it’s a bad, bad law
It’s a bad, bad law, Geronimo
Baby it’s a bad, bad law
It’s a bad, bad law, Geronimo
Baby it’s a bad, bad law
It’s a bad, bad law, Geronimo

(My baby surrendered)
(My baby surrendered)
(My baby surrendered)
(My baby surrendered)

Baby it’s a bad, bad law
It’s a bad, bad law, Geronimo
Baby it’s a bad, bad law
It’s a bad, bad law, Geronimo
Baby it’s a bad, bad law
It’s a bad, bad law, Geronimo
Baby it’s a bad, bad law
It’s a bad, bad law, Geronimo