Tekst:
Crook

New fang, no thang. Had it made to parade, found a sucker, now I want another. Stand up, step aside, open wide, handing out and on Until the feelings

of the reprecussion, 'cause the reefer's still rushin' When I reach and start bustin' I'm a Bone Crusher, crook county or nothin' Ain't no bluffin' In the county of crooks

sad bile And then walk... As i walk my crooked mile Cross the Tiber and cross the Nile I see centuries rush by As i walk my crooked mile First admit

It's my reckoning day (So where's the reckoning?) I'm holding steady this crooked crown Knowing I'll lose it if I look down I'm holding steady this crooked

Go back to those gold sounds And keep my advent to your self Because it's nothing I don't like Is it a crisis or a boring change? When it's central,

Heaven is a truck it got stuck on the breeze Asked the driver nicely, "I need a lift, I need release" The sand in the boats on the rose-covered floats

Hey lady, what do you need? Do you think you'd like to come and bleed with me? I'd like to invite you to a taste of my chalice It's a special one, it'

Silent kid no one to remind you You got no hands, to reelers to remind you Silent kid don't take your arm shot Home, on the road, you got to take it Silent

Lane driver The forces against you, the rain I know everybody wants to put you down But I know everybody's gonna put me down I want you Because I'm rushing