Lorraine Feather - Usual Suspects lyrics

There were two bad hats they didn't k** He was the one I'd squeeze I told the guy, “Get ready to spill Like the Exxon Valdez.” Leaned on him heavy—Not much time In two hours tops, he'd fly For a (con/mook) whose thing was small-time crime He had a lotta friends up on high I mean … Whenever we haul in the usual suspects He's not the one you take seriously Arms like a girl Weak like a pup A noticeable hitch in his giddy-up (Told you/He (told/gave) me everything), and nothing at all There was a top-notch, first cla** entry man Seriously sick in the head He was the (man/one) who whispered the plan Or so this grifter said (Then/Whe)n he talked about the Con from Queens, (as) mean as a snake (And) The (Loud shirt?/pimped-up) marble-mouth And the fortyish, former cop-on-the-take Who took it hard when the job went south (Guess he had) He (said he had) fun bein' one of the usual suspects (Got/Getting) to behave notoriously Dumb as a sock Weak little wretch Who never even rated a composite sketch See, he was usually nothin' at all So I get this tip and (I) drop a name He drops his cigarette That was the moment that changed the game But I didn't really get it yet He tells me a story—wasn't any bull But he (leaves/left) out the final twist He says “The slickest trick you see The Devil pull Is makin' like he doesn't exist.” Whenever we haul in the usual suspects He's not the one you take seriously.… No, no, no A year ago we busted him for Three-Card Monte He (told/gave) me everything), and nothing at all Nothing at all Nothing at all