A Brief History of Crime

My life was a mess, I was falling apart
Always unhappy I hated my job
I was working at 7 every morning
Stacking shelves and sweeping floors and
Day by day spiralling down

So I said to my boss you can get fucked
I'm sick of your shit and I've had enough
And oh this job it ain't for me
There's a place I'd rather be
And well I have just gotta go

For 20 long years oh I tried
Working in clothing shops and restaurants
But none of them no ever felt right
Now I steal everything I need
And I've never felt quite as free

Well the days flew by like the birds in the sky
Living the life, the life of crime
Taking from old ladies and the families and the neighbours
You just gotta learn to let go

There's ain't any cameras in this aisle
Put it down my pants, now's the chance
Well hey what are you hiding down there
I swear that it's nothing
Just my dick or something
And you should let me walk on out there



Credits
Writer(s): Chris Burrows
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