Those Poor Bastards - Crooked Man

Flood waters rising fast Dead bodies floating past Tornadoes swooping down Out of Satan’s Jeweled Crown I had a date tonight With a gal from out of state Her Daddy was a policeman 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 it’s 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 fucking wrong All I want is to live real long I want to watch by body decay My health suffer and my hair turn gray Then the Devil can take me away Yeah Satan you can have your way I am a crooked man bent down by sin I am a crooked man bent down by sin