Crooked Wheel Songtext
von Louden Swain

I got a tatoo of a melody
I got the lyrics done in custody
I did some wrong
But now that′s gone
Inside my mental penitentiary

I am looking for a deal
And a way to make you mine

I think you better take the wheel
When you drive me

I'm no marksman but I shoot a lot
There′s not a battle that I haven't fought
I don't know what you took me for
But I′m never going back
Don′t let your preconceptions throw you off

I'm looking for a plan
And a place to park my van

Turn up the radio
Radio


Looking for a deal
Put the pedal to the metal
Take my crooked wheel

I live my lifetime in a cheap motel
Under a portrait of a hookah shell
I carved my name
On a window pane
And sent my conscience on back to hell

I am looking for a lake
And a place to park my brake

Turn up the radio
Radio

Looking for a feel
Put the pedal to the metal
Take my crooked
Take my crooked wheel

I leave the light on and I nurse a beer
I watch the lightning and I disappear
There′s a nagging pain
And it feels like rain
Just keep pretending that you want me here (do ya?)


I am looking for a line
And a way to call you mine

Turn up the radio
Radio
Looking for a deal
Put the pedal to the metal
Take my crooked wheel

Take my, take my
Take my wheel

You better, better, better take my
Hey
Turn up the radio
Oh take my wheel
I think you better take the wheel
When you drive me