The Thief

Hoodlums, scoundrels, guttersnipes and crooks
Come  hear the truth they never print in books
Everyone  loves a robbery, planned or unplanned
Larceny and luxury go hand in hand
So go steal something bloody great today
Write  it in your journal, Jean-Paul Sartre needs a play

Steal  a little once, steal a little better every day
You'll need at least seventeen identities and names
Always  stay vigilant and awake
Because you risk arrest if you make one dumb mistake
Only when thinking is the single thing without which one would sink
Has a person ever really earned the right to think

Say  you're going to steal a great big fish today
Sit by the river and wait til the anglers look away
Why grub for money in a system built for wealth?
Grab that money and have it for yourself
But don't be a thief unless it gives you a sexual thrill
Being a thief's a calling, it's vocational

We're in an orgy of haggling and treason in the fog
Don't just stand there daydreaming, filthy on the dock
See the dunderhead opium-smuggler fall
When he fails to shave his beard off in the cheap Belgian hotel

Steal a little once, steal a little better every day
With seventeen identities and names
At every single moment stay vigilant and awake
They'll get you if you make one mistake
Only when thinking is the single thing without which one would sink
Has a person ever really earned the right to think