Wanted Man Lyrics

Did no one ever tell you the only thing worse than a woman scorned

Is the trail you leave behind, turn around and realise you've left fifty more

There's connections in low places behind these pretty faces

They've done this before

Did no one ever mention the oh so cruel intentions with a best friend scorned

You can run, you can hide but they've got the inside

Nothing they can't find that won't make a grown man cry

Did you tell your mum what you did to her, kept in the vital literature? Ah no, didn't think so

Did you tell your dad all the gory parts, high-fiving over broken hearts? Ah no, didn't think so

She's got three of us slipping notes behind a bar and there's four more waiting in the getaway car

She's drawing up the posters, it's a fine fine art

You're a wanted man now, and we know just where you are

Did no one ever warn you that all these plates you're spinning would come tumbling down?

I'm guessing you weren't cautioned, you're only adored in this tiny town

They've put it in the papers, if you see this heartbreaker

Call this number now

You can run, you can hide but they've got the inside

Nothing they can't find that won't make a grown man cry

Did you tell your mum what you did to her, kept in the vital literature? Ah no, didn't think so

Did you tell your dad all the gory parts, high-fiving over broken hearts? Ah no, didn't think so

She's got three of us slipping notes behind a bar and there's four more waiting in the getaway car

She's drawing up the posters, it's a fine fine art

You're a wanted man now, and we know just where you are

Turns out bonnie didn't need Clyde

She's got the officers on her side

Bet mum and dad will be so pleased to find

All of the skeletons you tried to hide

You can run, you can hide but they've got the inside

You can run, you can hide but

Did you tell your mum what you did to her, kept in the vital literature? Ah no, didn't think so

Did you tell your dad all the gory parts, high-fiving over broken hearts? Ah no, didn't think so

She's got three of us slipping notes behind a bar and there's four more waiting in the getaway car

She's drawing up the posters, it's a fine fine art

You're a wanted man now, and we know just where you are