I wish that I didn't hate you. Least not as much as I do. And squander all my contempt for. A little nothing like you. Liars like you are ten-a-penny. Women would slap you if you knew any. Sometimes I feel just like committing a crime. I've got this suitcase of phony wisdom to dispense. These twenty-seven or so years. You'd think I (would have) made them some cents. Now they want me fingerprinted. Like I was smuggling drugs. While the government does deals with the most convenient thugs. Sometimes I feel just like committing a crime. It's Needle Time. I'm trying not to despise you with a passion that is hard to extinguish. Or maybe I really love you. Although it's hard to distinguish. I wish I could be. A little more like a saint is. Forgiving those who trespass against us. Sometimes I feel just like committing a crime. I started talking nonsense just like I did to begin with. Around the time I tired of those sour English. Sometimes I feel just like committing a crime. It's Needle Time