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 |