Bad Person - You

I've got a laminated paper lying by my side,
And I'm staring at the letters at the euro type
And tells me it knows my mother and it knows my face
And tells me everybody's from a different place

So they take me with a paper bag on my head
And a pretty little you I've never been
And they told me that the customers are malcontent
And they drove me in the river till my bones were wet

'Cause I know, what you don't know
You bad person
I know, what you know

Can you take a message on the phone for me?
All this talking is enough to make a man go crazy
And you wonder why your family is sick and dead
Well I heard that they were smokers and they've all gone red

Well I'll tell you about the feud with the guy last night
With certain group of people on his downtown ride
They were laughing, they were smiling all around the bed
And I think I like it better than the place we went

'Cause I know, what you don't know
You bad person
I know, what you don't know
You bad person
I know, what you don't know
You bad person
I know, what you know