BAD BOOKS You don’t believe me when I say nothing’s wrong Fed up explaining now it’s time to move on I’m tired and I’m weary and our love is weary We’re together for what? For the sake of a song Two years have passed and already I’m a goner Suffering from flatulence my guts have done a runner Livin’ out our fantasies for the best part of summer We stay not in love but in the bosom of each other I’m in the bad books Those hard back bad books I’m in the bad books Doing everything wrong Started off honest in lust and in daydreams Rolled into town on a Friday night fever met on a dancefloor like two horny outlaws Jumped in a taxi and sped off to bed There was no need for courting, no cheap words or blurtin’ It‘s like we were both on a linear wave I never expected to be so connected Never expect nothing at all I’m in the bad books Those hard back bad books I’m in the bad books Lookin’ for loose change Promises, promises a penny for your promises, promises Promises, promises a penny for your promises, promises Now I’m half way there it’s somewhere in between (Bad books, I’m in your bad books) The ashes of Leary and the spleen of Behan (Bad books, I’m in your bad books) So go ahead honey put some sugar in my bowl (Bad books, I’m in your bad books) I’ve got the serotonin blues sipping at my soul Slipping out my soul, slipping out of my soul To return to Whipping Boy / Third Album's Lyrics Index, click here.