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
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Performed By: Cold War Kids
Written by: JONATHAN BO RUSSELL, MATTHEW COLE AVEIRO, MATTHEW SCOTT MAUST, NATHAN ANDREW WILLETT
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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
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
Writer: JONATHAN BO RUSSELL, MATTHEW COLE AVEIRO, MATTHEW SCOTT MAUST, NATHAN ANDREW WILLETT
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing