There was a crooked man and he wore a crooked smile He built a crooked highway and it ran for miles and miles With money from the revenue and sponsorship from Ford But it barely holds together with the goodwill of the Lord In the penthouse of the baron, the little children sleep Daddy talks to smugglers while armed gorillas creep Poison for the great unwashed, business for the mob Another teenage murder, it's trouble on the job Now I see what I must see The poor do time the rich go free You keep the faith and they keep score Is this what you are working for A newsleak in the city, another scandal breaks Sex and drugs in city hall, someone on the make Legal bounty hunters aim their lawsuits well The victim talks to Playboy says I guess I'll go to hell