Crocodile Cryer

So sorry about your friend I heard he died the other day

And that a team of tall dark men, came and carried him away

Over wayward churchyard ground, where crocs like me they gather around

To river up into a Lourdes for the damned

 

Well it’s so good of me for calling

Won't God be pleased with me for mourning

I’m a hypocrite a Crocodile Cryer, and it feels so good

 

In a house full of fair-day fakes, where the next door neighbour made the cakes

With Elton John records playing loud upstairs it could be just the time to strike

I'll be casual and ask about a will that could be mine throughout

An opportunist you might think, but I have to earn my brass

 

Well it’s so good of me for calling

Won't God be pleased with me for mourning

I'm a hypocrite a Crocodile Cryer, and it feels so good

 

I'd take advantage I’m a so-called ‘friend'

I'd push you from behind to save time

I'd stab you in the back as soon as look at you

For I'm a hypocrite, a Crocodile Cryer, and it feels so good

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