I wish that I didn't hate you Least not as much as I do And squander all my contempt for A little nothing like you Liars like you are ten-a-penny Women would slap you, if you knew any
Sometimes I feel just like committing a crime
I've got this suitcase of phony wisdom to dispense These twenty-seven or so years You'd think I (would have) made them some cents Now they want me fingerprinted Like I was smuggling drugs While the government does deals with the most convenient thugs
Sometimes I feel just like committing a crime It's Needle Time
I'm trying not to despise you with a passion that is hard to extinguish Or maybe I really love you Although it's hard to distinguish
I wish I could be A little more like a saint is Forgiving those who trespass against us
Sometimes I feel just like committing a crime
I started talking nonsense, just like I did to begin with Around the time I tired of those sour English
Sometimes I feel just like committing a crime It's Needle Time |
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