You're mistaken if you think I'm kind,
One day I'll rob you, steal you blind,
I'll take everything that you have got,
Kick you in the gutter, and there you'll rot! !
You make me sick with your bourgeois ways
And the way you think insincerity pays,
An INNOCENT crime would be a relief -
I'm raising my glass to a good, honest thief! !
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