I'm up on a hill top where I Keep you in sight, my little toys I buried you because the sun Will melt them Got you up my sleeve Got you up my sleeve
'm contemplating How I hope I'll find you waiting At the very end of this crooked line At the very end of this crooked line At the very end of this crooked
been rolling crooked dice You've been rolling crooked dice You've been rolling crooked dice You've been rolling crooked dice, yeah Crooked dice You've been rolling crooked dice You've been rolling crooked
shut your mouth You're out of time work it out You're living in a cruel world And your face is out of style Boogey man, magic word Walk a crooked mile
Underneath the darkened sky All along the crooked way The same story once again Of sorrow and of pain One fool in a dream One black-hearted queen A tale
'Cause it's a crooked piece of time It's a crooked piece of time that we live in All in all, and all in all It was a crooked piece of time Yesterday
One, two, one, two, three, four Down the crooked road a ways A child's shadow hiding in the briar Tending to a twisted heart that's bent and broken Wounded
In all the world died his children The best thing they ever did In this life was let me live Taking swiftly out the helm Madness helps me save myself Crooked
kids strung out On homemade speed And we shared a bed In which I could not sleep at all 'Cause at night the sun in retreat Made the skyline look Like crooked
me Who will I really have to answer to? March on through the rivers of red Souls drift, they fill the air Forced to fight behind The crooked cross
Crooked Jack (Traditional; arranged by Seven Nations) Come on Irishmen both young and old With adventure in your soul There are better ways to spend
crooked booty and do the crooked booty Do the crooked booty, do the crooked booty Do the crooked booty, do the crooked booty Now everybody do the crooked
to be impeached. Mysterious deaths, illegal funds, oh what a mighty web you've spun! (Chorus) Crooked figuredhead. Who do you think your fooling? Crooked
the Pussy Crook Dick don't fail me now I knock the coochie lining out If I hit it one time ya hooked They call me the Pussy Crook Somebody tell me the
yard, to discard. You are not a mystery, More a tragic comedy, The next day you rise (x4) Hold me down, I'm your clown. You refuse to wear your crooked
The Westcoast ain't the same without me cause I'm packing metal, packing metal, packing metal, acting ghetto This how we do it in the LBC packing metal
How many times I gotta tell you niggas? I'm not like you! Sup niggas It's your boy Crooked I Yeah Turn this shit up Turn it up! I ain't never love a
So many memories I don't understand They got me weak in the knees like I don't wanna stand I try to snap back like a rubberband But flashbacks got another