Crooked Mile Songtext
von Cutting Crew

Cutting Crew
Compus Mentus
Crooked Mile
Anyone can see what a long way home it′s been
Nothing comes for free
Money talks and buys your dreams

It's a merry go
You gotta go around until you make your name
Do you wanna go
Have another go and do it all again?

Just pick your feet up
(You got to walk that crooked mile)
Don′t mess your beat up
(When you talk that crooked style)
Just pick your feet up
(Got to walk that crooked mile)
It's all talk, it's all talk
So just walk


Find a silver coin
Save it for your rainy day
But when it comes to spend
It′s pissing down on your parade

Need a job
Gotta find a job but you might as well go
Sell a fridge
Try to sell a fridge to an Eskimo

Well just pick your feet up
(You got to walk that crooked mile)
Don′t mess your beat up
(When you talk that crooked style)
Just pick your feet up
(Got to walk that crooked mile)
It's all talk, it′s all talk
So just walk...
Mary Mary quite contraire
Silver bells and golden hair
What would make your garden grow?
Cash bags in a row!!!