| Hoodlums, scoundrels, guttersnipes and crooks
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| Come hear the truth they never print in books
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| Everyone loves a robbery, planned or unplanned
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| Larceny and luxury go hand in hand
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| So go steal something bloody great today
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| Write it in your journal, Jean-Paul Sartre needs a play
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| Steal a little once, steal a little better every day
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| You’ll need at least seventeen identities and names
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| Always stay vigilant and awake
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| Because you risk arrest if you make one dumb mistake
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| Only when thinking is the single thing without which one would sink
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| Has a person ever really earned the right to think
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| Say you’re going to steal a great big fish today
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| Sit by the river and wait til the anglers look away
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| Why grub for money in a system built for wealth?
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| Grab that money and have it for yourself
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| But don’t be a thief unless it gives you a sexual thrill
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| Being a thief’s a calling, it’s vocational
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| We’re in an orgy of haggling and treason in the fog
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| Don’t just stand there daydreaming, filthy on the dock
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| See the dunderhead opium-smuggler fall
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| When he fails to shave his beard off in the cheap Belgian hotel
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| Steal a little once, steal a little better every day
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| With seventeen identities and names
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| At every single moment stay vigilant and awake
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| They’ll get you if you make one mistake
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| Only when thinking is the single thing without which one would sink
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| Has a person ever really earned the right to think |