Needle Time

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