the paper chase
let's be bad, henry, let's be really bad
Henry,Tell your wife everything Henry, put the Bible under your hand/head Henry, bite your lip if she says, "Do you love me? Do you love me?"  Henry, what's the chaplain to say? When your alley cat'n after the wake And all the filthy Johns can say "Oh let's be bad, Henry....Let's be bad, Henry"  Wife bedside, the good sons says his goodbyes A voice from a pine box Come to me, come to me, come to me Wife bedside, the good son says his goodbyes  Come to me, come to me, come to me Wife beside, the scarlet woman waits outside Sweet heart's wicked spine is a dastardly tool that maps out my sidelines Wife bedside, do you want to meet your god?  Did you crush her hand? As she kicked and she jerked and she cursed at the pain? The girls you got inside? Tell me every time you tried Tell me everything  Come to me, come to me, come to me Come to me