Crooked Cop

Sometimes you wait for a band of sunlight to appear
Then you kick up clouds into some kind of phony atmosphere
It’s so hard to see you when you’re in the midst of a cover-up
When you’re on the take
Like a crooked cop
Like a crooked cop

You call me to the station and tell me to hand it over here
Then when no one’s looking you take it as your own souvenir
But I know what’s up and how it goes straight to the top
When you’re on the take
Like a crooked cop
Like a crooked cop

It’s hard to picture us together
Even our truer selves
When you say that you’d like to see me
I still don’t know who you’re taking your orders from

Every time I see you it still makes me sick with desire
But there are a few things that I just wouldn’t do for hire
And I tell you how I feel but I know you’re wearing a wire
Cause you’re on the take
Like a crooked cop
Like a crooked cop