The Walkabouts - Crime Story Lyrics
Thunder laughs and thunderclapsThe afternoons round here,Well they're just like thatI know ya' don't spook easyI know ya' won't up and quitLet's keep it like thatNow don't forgetWhen you go and make the dropIf he don't look ya' in the eyeWell ya' better just walkMeans madness is takin' overMadness is in chargeIt's come out of the woodworkMadness-at-largeKeep things closeKeep the dogs at bayJust walk on byStory of a crimeWalk on byStory of a crimeWhole thing sounds harder than it isTiming's everythingBut then you knew that, before I didIf this turns into a circusToo much talkin', too much noiseWalk on byKeep holdin' on to the bagThere's a town on the Spanish borderWhere you can chillHe's supposed to tell ya' about itBut if he don't, head for the hillsFind some empty olive groveWhere you can stash the carSomewhere exoticSomewhere obscureSometimes you do what is wrongSo ya' won't do what's worseIf ya' can't be righteousAt least be carefulJust cause we feed the flameDon't mean we have to got burned
