Lyrics:

Well, he files through his manuscripts and monograms
Through the vials and slips written in shaky hand
Through the piles of the costumes for the actor's guild
There finds one last favor to be filled

He'll disguise his clever customers of good faith and name
And hang to dry other turncoats to be made
Mend your mind to help keep his family's pockets full
But vilify and you'll soon be swimming Kill Van Kull

And they won't trust you now
As if they ever would
The drug tailor's in town
So show yourself around

And they won't cut you in
As if they ever would
They'll ride right over you
In the Crown Victoria

So say goodbye and take the Shortline to the Park 'n Ride
Don't look back just leave it all behind
Skinny Don's diamond eyes refract the world at hand
Steal a ride and kiss the magic ring of a crooked man

And they won't trust you now
As if they ever would
The drug tailor's in town
So show yourself around

And they won't cut you in
As if they ever would
They'll run right over you
In the Crown Victoria

And they won't trust you now
As if they ever would
Don't wait till it all falls down
Get out while the gettin's good

And they won't cut you in
As if they ever would
They'll run right over you
In the Crown Victoria