Sulkin'
walkin' 'round the city after dark
need protection from street thugs
who clip the tires
and rip the doors off rugs
and cowards
and all this life we've glorified
robbin' from the blind
it's not easy, you see
don't think I don't know sympathy
my victims in my shadow
starin' back at me
not me, I'm knockin
tip toe outside a stranger's door
casually let myself in
fill pockets with
trinkets, purses, china antique armoirs
and all this life we've glorified
robbin' from the blind
it's not easy you see
don't think I don't know sympathy
my victims in my shadow
starin back at me
as robbers in my thoughts
they tell me what to think
they're hiding in my clothes
crawling in the kitchen sink
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