CROOKED MAN
(Wayne Kirkpatrick, Billy Sprague)
So cold - touch his heart and there's a chance
you could freeze
Steel soul - keep your distance or be ready
to bleed
He was good at the bait and hook
He was really good at push and shove
He believed in "whatever it took"
And whatever it took, it was never enough
Well there was a crooked man and he
walked a crooked mile
Lived a crooked life behind a crooked smile
Goodness, like an arrow, lodges where it can
But it never pierces the heart of a crooked man
Justify - when justice wouldn't pay the toll
Subtle lies - when the truth was better
half than whole
Driven by an insatiable lust
For power that was just out of reach
Living on an illusion of trust
With a steady dose of control and greed
Some life - nobody came to say good-bye
Slow ride - for the author of his own demise
No one had much good to say
Some were glad that he was finally gone
His legacy was cold and gray
Like the mocking words that were carved
in stone