do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too [Chorus] It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too And maybe then
we shared a bed in which I could not sleep, At all, woo, hoo, woo, hooOoOo. Cause at night the sun in the tree, Made the skyline look like crooked teeth
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
stars Cos the bomb went off in error Chorus: Wow, oh yeah Shakin' in my blue suede shoes Wow, oh yeah A wop bop a lu la bop Dancin' to the super crook
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
i hear those noises. all those familiar voices. always desturbing in the night time. when can i rest my head in peace and silence? knowing what i'
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
feet up (You got to walk that crooked mile) Don't mess your beat up (When you talk that crooked style) Just pick your feet up (Got to walk that crooked
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
Darlin' don't you go and cut your hair Do you think it's gonna make him change? "i'm just a boy with a new haircut" And that's a pretty nice haircut
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,
Well you greet the tokens and stamps underneath the fake-oil burnin' lamps In the city we forgot to name Well the concourse is four-wheeled shame And
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
After the glow, the scene, the stage, the set Talk becomes slow but there's one thing I'll never forget Hey, you gotta pay your dues before you pay the
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'
Got struck by the first volley Of the war in the corps Never held my service Send 'em a wire, give 'em my best This ammunition never rests No one serves
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
Down in Santa Rosa over the bay Across the grapevine to L.A. We got desert, we got trees We got the hills of Beverly Let's burn the hills of Beverly
