Wanted Man

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