White Collar Criminal
Words and music by Gordon McLeod (c) 2003

I started out with good intentions
But somehow I just lost sight
Till all that was left was the money grubbing
and thrashing through the night

I used to have a cushy job
I used to be on the Board of Directors
But now I'm sittin' here in theis cheesy little room
Feelin' like a cold war defector

Chorus
I ain't no white collar criminal
Help me beat this rap
Lately I been feelin' like a fallen angel 
With the Devil sittin' in my lap 

I used to kno a girl named Margolis
Eyes as black as night
With Kinky hair and a beautiful smile
and Clothes that fit just right ( so right)

She never cared what the boys all said
She just held her head up high
and the Brittany's and the Heathers just ostracized her
Passed her right on by

Chorus

I ain't no white collar criminal
Help me beat this rap
Lately I been feelin' like the Mighty Casey 
at the plate with a broken bat

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Time goes by we lose what we don't use
I lost my soul to the Bloomberg News
i started out with good intentions 
Standing in the light
But somehow you just lose perspective
Get caught up in the fight 

When they came to me to approve the scam
I was alreadytoo far gone
I didn't havee to hear it on the news
The day it all went wrong

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I ain't no white collar criminal
Help me beat this rap
Lately I been feelin' like a bungee jumper 
Who just heard a loud snap

I ain't no white collar criminal
Help me bat this rap
Cuz lately I been feelin' like a desparado
and the train's just jumped the track

I ain't no white collar criminal
Help me beat this rap
Lately I been feelin' like a fallen angel 
With the Devil sittin' in my lap  

Words and Music by Gordon McLeod (c) 2003