One, two, three, four 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 How 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, it's needle time It's needle time, it's needle time I'm trying not to despise you With a passion that's hard to extinguish Or maybe I really love you Although it's hard to distinguish I wish I could be 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, it's needle time It's needle time, it's needle time