I long for days where people ran free like sprinklers on your lawn
And it wasn't as hard to believe only the things that you saw
And a man like Richard Nixon didn't have much say at all
About the turning of your thoughts on, a dying light in a bathroom stall
I screamed I am not a crook
I rake in more than I should
When will you read a God damn book
And see things ain't always how they look
I screamed I am not a crook
I rake in more than I should
When will you read a God damn book
And see things ain't always how they look
It's days like this that all I trust are people screaming in the streets
Newspaper headlines are taught deep throated to the teens
The mystic mind of forgotten time when it wasn't as easy to
Find a movie name or a son that plays on station 103.2
I screamed I am not a crook
I rake in more than I should
When will you read a God damn book
And see things ain't always how they look
I screamed I am not a crook
I rake in more than I should
When will you read a God damn book
And see things ain't always how they look