Robbers - Cold War Kids

Sulking, walking round' the city after dark

Need protection, from street toughs who clip the locks and rip the doors off

rough, like cowards

Oh this life of glorified

Robbing from the blind is not easy, you see

Don’t think I don’t know sympathy

My victims in my shadow staring back at me

Not me, I’m knockin

Tiptoe outside a stranger’s door casually let myself in

Fill pockets with trinkets, purses, china, antique armoire

Oh this life of glorified

Robbing from the blind is not easy, you see

Don’t think I don’t know sympathy

My victims in my shadow staring back at me

There’s robbers in my thoughts!

They tell me what to think, they’re hiding in my clothes, crawling in the

kitchen sink