http://www.feeleverybeat.co.uk/badlieutenant/
(Cunningham/Evans/Sumner)
Hey bad man, where are you gonna go When you can’t go back to the life you know When you feel it’s time will you give me a sign It’s a long hard road with your own bad mind
You keep saying something but you’re doing nothing I’m here thinking that you’re full of shit or something The whole world’s waiting, what are you gonna do I’m gonna take the money, buy me something new
Hey what are you gonna buy for yourself Gonna buy a guitar with my newfound wealth With your newfound wealth? With my new found wealth Is there something else? No there’s nothing else
Hey bad man where are you gonna go When you can’t go back to the life you know When you feel it’s time will you give me a sign It’s a long hard road with your own bad mind
Hey you give it to me, I wanna taste of honey My life’s hollow when you beg steal and borrow But I can’t help thinking what I always knew You’ve got a first-class ticket with a third-rate view
And you can’t go back No you can’t go back No I can’t come back So hit the road, Jack
Help me find my way, I cannot fight another day I’m a searcher for a soul, reflected like the falls ago
Seems like it’s business as usual, save for a burst of mellifluous synth at the 20-second mark which is cruelly curtailed by the first verse, but things evolve after three minutes with a musical zone-out avec wah wah and a non-sequiturial final couplet: all in all it’s a pleasant distraction that even sounds like it’s pleasantly distracted. Like so many New Order songs it has an impressive title that tricks the listener into thinking it’s more substantial than it really is.
