Crook Songtext
von Fur Trader

I′m a crook
Only a crook
Only a crook is the obvious person to blame
It's my land
My green luscious land
Asleep in the garden with the badgers and lo-fi art
I′ll fix my fists to fix that smile
Come close and swear to love me
They'll go mad at Ivy League
The Good Ol' Boys are on their feet
Even after all the secret fees After two wars and black kids bleeding out in streets
I′m a crook
Only a crook
I′m sleeping in gardens with the badgers and lo-fi art
I'll flip my switch and you′ll run miles
Come back I swear to love you
They'll go mad at Ivy League
The Good Ol′ Boys are on their feet
Even after all the secret fees
We've got new wars and they′re still bleeding out in streets