Sometimes you wait for a band of sunlight to appear Then you kick up clouds into some kind of phony atmosphere It's so hard to see you when you're in the midst of a cover-up When you're on the take Like a crooked cop Like a crooked cop You call me to the station and tell me to hand it over here Then when no one's looking you take it as your own souvenir But I know what's up and how it goes straight to the top When you're on the take Like a crooked cop Like a crooked cop It's hard to picture us together Even our truer selves When you say that you'd like to see me I still don't know who you're taking your orders from Every time I see you it still makes me sick with desire But there are a few things that I just wouldn't do for hire And I tell you how I feel but I know you're wearing a wire Cause you're on the take Like a crooked cop Like a crooked cop