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



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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



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I'll pick your pocket too