Pickpocket Lyrics - Singles - Zoetrope

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 

CHORUS: 

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 

CHORUS 

I'll pick your pocket too