walking round' the city after dark
from street toughs who clip the locks and rip the doors off rough
oh this life of glorified
robbing from the blind is not easy
don't think i don't know sympathy
my victims in my shadow staring back at me
tiptoe outside a stranger's door casually let myself in
fill pockets with trinkets
oh this life of glorified
robbing from the blind is not easy
don't think i don't know sympathy
my victims in my shadow staring back at me
there's robbers in my thoughts!
they tell me what to think
they're hiding in my clothes
crawling in the kitchen sink