Needle Time - Elvis Costello, The Imposters

I wish that I didn’t hate you

Least not as much as I do

And squander all my contempt for

A little nothing like you

Liars like you are ten-a-penny

Women would slap you, if you knew any

Sometimes I feel just like committing a crime

I’ve got this suitcase of phony wisdom to dispense

These twenty-seven or so years

You’d think I (would have) made them some cents

Now they want me fingerprinted

Like I was smuggling drugs

While the government does deals with the most convenient thugs

Sometimes I feel just like committing a crime

It’s Needle Time

I’m trying not to despise you with a passion that is hard to extinguish

Or maybe I really love you

Although it’s hard to distinguish

I wish I could be A little more like a saint is Forgiving those who trespass against us Sometimes I feel just like committing a crime

I started talking nonsense, just like I did to begin with

Around the time I tired of those sour English

Sometimes I feel just like committing a crime

It’s Needle Time