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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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