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Do a barrel roll through the window, snatching up all I can hold
The money, possessions of someone that I don't even know
Clothes are jet black, gotta watch my back
Better hope no one come out their bedroom for a snack
Just your average little town home, keeping it on the down low
The most innocent family got the most unwelcome "Hello"
Got my knapsack, strapped upon my back
Better hope nobody is watching me through the cracks

Of their bedroom doors, these creaky floors
Are the cog in the operation of these moral wars
A streetlight shines through the silk white blinds
As I'm subjecting the emptiness to my dumbass crimes
Up and down my arms, I'm sweating hard
Because I'm trying not to trip and trip the house alarm
If I had one wish it'd be to get out of this
Because I'm pretty sure the neighbors are starting to get suspicious

Now I am bolting down the manor, listening to the clatter
Of my newfound items shaking in my personal container
Feeling the backlash from stealing the stacked cash
It's getting close to morning so I gotta act fast
Looking in all directions, feeling out all the tension
Trying to figure out if there's a method to my madness
Feel my heart stop every time I see a cop
Everything moves in slow motion I feel like I wanna drop

All the things I stole, this small-town home
Is gonna wake up in shock and grab the telephone
Dial 911, our stuff is gone
"Well did you see the guy who did it?" Nah, he's on the run
"Our team is on our way, be calm, stay safe
We're gonna catch the fucker if it takes all day."
My heartbeat speeds, it's time to leave
And get rid of every single track that leads to crime to me

Standing in the pig pen, right next to some big men
Presented as misfit toys to the undeserving victims
Children are so sad, as their mom and dad
Call out the little rascal who broke in and left jack
Looking at all the suspects, focusing on their faces
Examining the body type that might've pulled and made it
Into the window, and spilt glass on the floor
The most unpleasant lightbulb went off in the skull

Of the patriarch, he made his mark
Directly between my eyes with a stare so dark
The officer asked "are you sure?"
The father nodded and the policeman opened the door
Asked the rest to leave, except for me
And put my hands in silver cuffs and said I'd never be free
Until I did my time, all 25
Maybe then I'll learn my lesson or even better I'll die

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Singer of songs. Abstainer of substances. Bringer of plagues.

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