thief

A song about trying to get a scared, lazy friend off their can and back into the world.

© 1996 CHRIS BUTLER/© 1996 FUTURE FOSSIL MUSIC (BMI)



v1

up all night

yelling at each other Ďbout art and life

ya know, youíre a known sponge

freedom is finite

most of our timeís

spent standing in line

passing it from hand-to-hand

ya keep it a minute

then give it to the next man

be patient

cue up and wait your turn

well, plow it back in your work

so each object

represents a chunk of thirst

compacted

gorgeously filleted

but then again, man...

maybe ya just need to get laid!

but not you, brother

youíd rather spaz and squirm

blowing all your liberty

bonged-out bingoís

zig-zag trajectory

if youíre ground zero

iíd say you were damn lucky

itís a chain letter

but, brother, you always want cuts

and when it's your turn, youíre lazy

you let it rust...

CALLED HIM A THIEF...

i put my best foot forward and kicked a man

tripped a thief with my time on his hands

i put my best brain in to come up with this

but whereís yours, Jim, are you saving it?

well, man, thatís exactly my point...

v2

but maybe itís me

when i borrow something i try to be

careful not to break it

freedom is flimsy

cut yourself off and it cracks and tears

man, weíre all scared

but youíre afraid of something

thatís isnít even out there

youíre an embezzler

darker than a bank vault at midnight

whaaa..? ya gonna shrivel

in the sunlight?

living in a vacuum sucks

come and hang

with the rest of us schmucks

and stop embarassing us...

stop embarassing us...

stop embarassing us...

I CALLED HIM A THIEF...