Let's Be Bad, Henry, Let's Be Really Bad - The Paper Chase

Henry, tell your wife everything

Henry, put the bible under your hand/head

Henry, bite your lip if she says

Do you love me?

Do you love me?

Henry, what’s the chaplain to say?

When you’re alley cat’n after the wake

And all the filthy johns can say

Oh let’s be bad, Henry… let’s be bad, Henry

Wife bedside, she’s in heaven right now

A voice from the ground

Come to me, come to me, come to me Wife bedside, the good son says his goodbyes

A voice from the box

Come to me, come to me, come to me Wife bedside, she’s in heaven right now

A voice from the ground

Come to me, come to me, come to me Wife bedside, the scarlet woman waits outside

Sweetheart’s wicked spine is a dastardly tool that maps out my sidelines

Wife bedside, do you want to meet your god?

Did you crush her hand?

As she kicked and she jerked and she cursed at the pain?

The girls you got inside?

Tell me every time you tried

Tell me everything

Come to me, come to me, come to me