Lyrics Those Poor Bastards

Those Poor Bastards

Crooked Man

I am a crooked man bent down by sin

Flood water's rising fast

Dead bodys floatin past

Tornados swoopin down

Out of Satan's jewel crown

I had a date tonight

With a gal from out of state

Her daddy was a police man

Had himself a police badge

He said I'm DOOMed to fail

Said his daughter's better off in jail

I am a crooked man bent down by sin

My uncle was a christian man

But the lord didn't give a damn

He lived sick and homeless

When he died, I didn't even notice

Me, I only got one belief

Everything's worse than it seems

I'm a DOOMsday preacher boy

Get your bucket its time to cry

I am a crooked man bent down by sin

To other folks I cannot relate

I could try, but I ain't

People just want fancy cars

Fancy house, expensive clothes

FUCK THAT SHIT, it's fuckin' wrong

All I want is to live real long

I wanna watch my body decay

My health suffer, and my hair turn grey

Then the Devil can take me away, yeah

Satan you can have your way

I am a crooked man bent down by sin