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