Artist: Xale Album: Australian Wildlife Song: The Cook Typed by: xale@live.com.au 1st Verse: This was a man who did everything by his book You could say with plan in hand and was known as the cook Victoria street but nothing royal about it Sometimes brought-the-heat in the toilet of Melbourne He thought there could only be one dealer To become a lord He would need to sell tons of the clearer... Rock And a fucked up version of Jesus with his own flock Handing out free teasers but this guy had the stock Anyone who didn't please him would die by his glock Not much reason to his life other than being on the top Till one day a undercover cop... Posed as an addict And lied through his nose to get near this savage Taking down this dude Would make less pure 2nd Verse: The officer is well on his way of taking down this guy But coping-it-hard by his friends at the station for now... Finally built up a repor with the cook But blindly walks into his home slash store and doesnt look... And realize what happening around him Real ice in his pipe to test his co-operation Does he confess or smoke what might be laced...and Wait... Everything is slowing down Chemistry is what his toking now And the cook ain't stupid All it takes is a crook to move-it Police man falls to floor Under the creeks of the door Is the sound of defeat and much more This cook can turn a neat girl into such a whore