Pickpocket — текст песни (Zoetrope)

I`m not what I seem to be life to me`s no mystery
Those like me will rot in jail longer than their life will be

CHORUS:

My hand`s in your pocket I`m taking what`s yours

What I eat, my survival all depends on what I steal
When you turn your back I`ll steal your money stolen money buys my meals

CHORUS

I`ll steal your money too

Master of deceptive fables criminal insanity
It always beats real work time, wages, income earned. I live like kings
If the suckers ever catch me it`s for sure that I would die

CHORUS

I`ll pick your pocket too