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Song:Kleptomaniac
Album:Millions of Dead Cops/More Dead CopsGenres:43
Year:1984 Length:110 sec

Lyrics:

Hey you!
Down that aisle
Place your hands in your pockets
You better not have what I think you have
Security, grab him
You're going to jail
What are you, sick?

Started out of necessity
We were so broke and so hungry
In this world of food for cash
I've got no choice, it's stuff and dash

Now we got that dread disease
Bulging pockets full of cheese
The narcs are at the electric door
I drop the goods right on the floor

I'm a kleptomaniac
We're all kleptomaniacs
Never ever give it back
Hey asshole, what you looking at?

Franco's got a special coat
Stole enough juice to fill a moat
And Al's ripping off some smokes
Reshelve those half empty Cokes

Cruise the aisles and pocket goods
They'd jail us if they only could
I get the cashier's dirty looks
She knows we're all a bunch of crooks

I'm a kleptomaniac
We're all kleptomaniacs
Never ever give it back
Steal or starve is where it's at

The inventory's short at Hughes
And Cala Foods is paying dues
Safeway's filing Chapter Eleven
I pray we don't gotta rip off heaven

We ain't telling you what to do
Just saying what we been through
And we don't want you to come crying to us for bail
When they drag your ass on down to jail

'Cause we're kleptomaniacs
Kleptomaniacs
Never ever give it back
Hey asshole, what you looking at?
We're all kleptomaniacs




 

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