The cops and the kids and the cats and the robbers
the stolen moments from the out of tune guitars
skippin out of school and sneaking into shows
all the kissin on the lips
we play all the wonderful hits
the pulse is all in my lips
enough to make collagen jealous
how could anyone grow out of
this
beautiful beautiful skin
when we all are dancing
the police are always watching
and we always have to move along
Pirates and bankrobbers
not lawyers or CEOs
stock brokers aint no heros
well the klatzenjammer kids
and the phantom of the opera
your the band of the moment
yeah we stole the guitar
the exception to the rule
only goes to show
you can never be sure what the rules are
do androids dream of electronic sheep?
if i should die while im asleep
bury me ok, on the lone prairie where children still wanna grow up to be
pirates and bank robbers
not lawyers or CEO's
stock brokers and now heros!
You cant let gossip get you pissed,
you cant wear the cuts on your face and your fist.
its all a parcel and a part of Zen and the art of breaking everything in this room!
Lawyers hate bank robbers
pirates steal from CEO's
stockbrokers killed your heros!
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