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