I could be a hare and I’d sneak into my private rivals dreaming I’m a burglar
Quick as any day in my fleeting little chest of hopefuls lost it to the burglars
I can be aware and ya maybe I’m the same like pirates likened to the burglars
Threat on any day and I’m hiding from the hare who’s also hiding from the burglars
I didn’t catch his name pow shot him on the range yow cause he was a burglar
Happens in the parks boohoo even in the old days stinking of the burglars
Happens in my home I never see it coming
When I was young we used to put alarms on our doors and screens like a burglar net
now that I’m older I’m sure that’s absurd that’s the word for the man who collects who’s he stealing from next
When I was young my parents yelled beware of the ivory man that will steal and sell
now that I’m older those words are still pure not the look of a crook in his books what’s he taking from you?
And worried peeps go on about it
Say a lot of changes better come
A pocket full of change is emptied by
A little gawky bright and bubbly bird
Lots of heroes out there thinking bout it but minutes of their lives are ticking down
and bottles full of love are drunken by a tricky trite and thirsty hungry bird
Blooming tips on tulip cones that
Don’t pay out they keep on growing
Costume thieves who never hand back half of what you end up owing
Has this town really gotten much better are the burglars gonna keep on trying to meddle with it?
Probably driving your car with someone
Close up your head cause are they reading your letters come on pack up the bed for betters
What you think you own you don’t watch out the burglars
Stealing from the day. Didn’t take a second. Listened to a record and they got away sneaky are the burglars
When I cross their way like a helpless chicken bones will soon be clinkin wearing me for play bracelet on a burglar
Thought I was ok not as bad as some and sunset on the slums see another day happy are the burglars
Brush it all away or do I let it sink in? Is it my ambition just to turn away? Freedom for the burglars
What you think you own you don’t watch out the burglars