King of the Crooks

The camera swivels its head as I'm running away The bell is so lonely it can't think of quite what to say The dogs are like children they just wanna go out and play The criminals sleep I still remember the days when I was afraid That I'd always be straight When the man comes around he'll be holding the crown For the king of the crooks Now that my hang-ups are gone They're finally out of the way I can be guilty-free me I won't be worried today I'll open windows at night And take the milk out the fridge I'll tell my parents a fib of pardoned felonies.