Thief

You take back the curse, but the world just gets worse

As you wonder about how someone could become

So fat and so proud off the damage they've done.

Man, the damage was fun.

A house is a home.

Hotels made of skin and bone hold us.

Father figures continue to scold us.

Avuncular-at-best in a church of new things.

He traded the records for rings

As I sat back and watched what I thought would ensue

Not ensue.

Hospitals overflow

With singers, embittered and pissed.

Dead-ringers for men whose whereabouts should not be known

Or be missed.

No failed revolts,

No plot from the inside

Could contend with the prospect or trend towards being discovered before our time.

With upwards of thirty songs

All about women and children

Whose lives will come second to mine.

You take back the curse, but the girl just gets

Every rip-off artist to paint a picture of a world at war

When the world was not at war.

When the world was not at war.

When the world was not at war.

Oh, when the world was not at war