Robbers

Sulking, walking round' the city after dark Need protection, from street toughs who clip the locks and rip the doors off rough, like cowards Oh this life of glorified Robbing from the blind is not easy, you see Don't think I don't know sympathy My victims in my shadow staring back at me Not me, I'm knockin Tiptoe outside a stranger's door casually let myself in Fill pockets with trinkets, purses, china, antique armoire Oh this life of glorified Robbing from the blind is not easy, you see 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