The Usual Suspects - Lorraine Feather

There were two bad hats they didn’t kill

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 class 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