Doin' Crimes

Brendan Kelly and The Wandering Birds

Kick the door down and run at the kid holding all the guns
When he crumples to a bloody heap we've won
Mind the walls are listening, the eyes all dot the sky
Smash the glass and take what you can carry home tonight
We need some duct tape. I need some chloroform
I gotta sedate this thing that just got born

I gotta get free, I wanna dance and spin
And pass out on a pile of trashbags beneath ten dirty men
Take a step back girl, I'm having trouble breathing
I'm spinning from that double-double heaving up the black stuff
Feeding all the worms
They say I'll never learn
I never wanna learn
But I been sleeping with one ear wide awake and watching all the gathering crowds

I been mapping out what I'm-a gonna take when the dynamite blows the glass out
Do you really wanna be sedated? I'd rather be awake and plotting schemes
I'd rather be feared than hated
But either one is really fine with me, yeah
I'm doin' crimes I'm doin' crimes
And I get by just fine
Doin' crimes

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