Four thieves gone. One woke up
Said, “We can’t use the songs we wrote.”
Swear I’ve heard that very line
I can’t claim this music mine
Three thieves left. One got smart.
I saw him leaving in his car.
From the road, I heard him scream.
It lacks originality.
Two thieves left. They both agree.
They live and die off melody.
One just fell dead, on his back.
When we listened to the track.
One thief left. He went to jail.
He left a mile long paper trail.
He’s in for life. He doesn’t care.
It’s worth the songs that put him there.

Four Thieves Gone
Four Thieves Gone
Four Thieves Gone