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