Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crooked, artist - Evil Nine. Album song You Can Be Special Too, in the genre Date of issue: 14.11.2004
Record label: Marine Parade
Song language: English
Crooked |
| Shh… the baby is sleeping |
| A blind date with CNN |
| A click |
| Ouch |
| A click of beer man, that’s the 10 year old |
| Motherfucking deep space evil nine milliemeter |
| White noise television |
| Fucking 3am |
| Gotta wonder if the roach was invented in my kitchen |
| Shut the fuck up |
| Don’t wanna hear that shit |
| Backwards |
| With the volume up to keep it all out |
| WE |
| Na na na na |
| WE Don’t. |
| We don’t like it when the city lights start fading |
| When the city lights fading then we can’t get down (ok) |
| We don’t like it when the city people act crooked |
| When the city people crooked then we can’t get down (ok) |
| We don’t like it when the city pigeons break wings |
| When the pigeons break wings then we can’t get down (ok) |
| We don’t like it when the city fire starts spreading |
| When the city fire’s spreading then we can’t get down (YO!) |
| Zook up in it, crook with a cord |
| With a cord with a two tonne gimmick |
| Deep space evil nine millimetre gimme |
| Damn needle point in this pin cushion family |
| Hot dam at the N.Y. resin |
| I soaked the bad air, the smoke we sold |
| Wild style, child’s smile like a moby cobra |
| Low key dozer revoked me ultra |
| Choked out bolts to promote the ulcer |
| Chug dro, bear hug wrote the folk lore |
| See the mangy branch off strange when he willow |
| Weep till the face go paisley |
| We don’t wanna babble on the bad brains dum-dum brainiac bust out, girder, |
| flushed out |
| Touched with a lush burn curdle in the dirt |
| Like it’s bingo night at the earthworm church |
| — Bang- |
| Clash with the ants and termites |
| Ride ‘til the wheels fall off the dirt bike |
| Well I still hold dimes by the caseload |
| Hide the prescription, Miller said I’m stable |
| A R strike the pause |
| Put the flaws in a box with a … fuck off |
| Mallet for the media, mallet for the laws |
| Dragging a mallet through the city when he walks |
| Subliminal is so nineties, get wit it |
| Im more like bird watch then a mobster look |
| It goes dem’s good deeds |
| … stomach churning, round 2, quick, south of the sternum |
| What it is now, verse what it was, beat myself till the pain came up |
| Dork faced boy got apocalypse charm |
| With a yellowy grin, metal thin, metal limb |
| Metal kicks kiss metal bricks, kiss metal |
| Meddle with this: an anti bliss missile |
| Close to the fire when I bare skin lie |
| Leave me the idiot box I’m fine |
| But if I gotta see another roller skating parrot |
| On animal planet on a needle point eye |
| Eye to the needle, clean set of chompers |
| Made me a demo tape, mingle of the mobsters |
| Go ahead y’all flap y’all jaws |
| Aes stick with it 'til their face fall off |
| And the evilest of nine’s guaranteed to shoot crooked |
| And the evilest of nine’s guaranteed to shoot crooked |
| And the evilest of nine’s guaranteed to shoot crooked |
| And the evilest of nine’s guaranteed to shoot crooked |
| Off your fucking mind |
| Shoot crooked |
| We don’t like it when the city lights start fading |
| When the city lights fading then we can’t get down (ok) |
| We don’t like it when the city people act crooked |
| When the city people crooked then we can’t get down (ok) |
| We don’t like it when the city pidgeons break wings |
| When the pidgeons break wings then we can’t get down (ok) |
| We don’t like it when the city fire starts spreading |
| When the fire’s spreading then we can’t get down |
| I met a girl with an angel face and two devil horns pokin out maybe with her |
| brains replaced |
| She said walk to the store with her, ok |
| Bought a carton of squares, I think I fell in love today |
| Now whats a pretty little thing like you doing walking with a condor circle |
| when the city lights fade |
| Dead walk only to redig the graves |
| And make it big enough to fit tv’s and microwaves |
| Ooooh she didn’t say shit (nup) |
| Smiles that could melt the gloss off your whip |
| And before I could ask her about her high wire, homegirl walked face first |
| straight through the fire |
| Kill the pigs and poke the lump with a fork |
| If it all bleeds y’all need to shut the oven door |
| Here half worm dirt in the mouth |
| So its raining mud when the tongue lash out |
| Cool, beans, perfect, dope |
| Like Aes with a rafter and 6 feet of rope |
| Paradox spill out hate in all sections |
| You can get fucked when you standing at attention |
| And the evilest of nine’s guaranteed to shoot crooked |
| And the evilest of nine’s guaranteed to shoot crooked |
| And the evilest of nine’s guaranteed to shoot crooked |
| And the evilest of nine’s guaranteed to shoot crooked |
| Fix the fucking antenna |
| We don’t like it when the city lights start fading |
| When the city lights fading then we can’t get down (ok) |
| We don’t like it when the city people act crooked |
| When the city people crooked then we can’t get down (ok) |
| We don’t like it when the city pigeons break wings |
| When the pigeons break wings then we can’t get down (ok) |
| We don’t like it when the city fire starts spreading |
| When the fire’s spreading then we can’t get down (ok) |
| No doubt |
| He ain’t, he ain’t got a gun in no shoebox |
| Face to the floor drop it |
| Still carry the evilest nine weapons |