THE BAD GUY
Who doesn't love a bad guy?
Bold and brash, never shy
A guy that trouble lingers
With a snap of a finger
The bad guy could die
Don't see where, when, why
Growing up, getting bigger
I worship the mystery figure
A gangster before my eyes
A man that never cries
A dangerous grave digger
Who destroys and disfigures
Every Gangster film I buy
As bad guy kills bad guy
No happy ending hinders
From the bad guys trigger
Can anyone answer why
It's bad guys we all like?
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