Thief

You take back the curse, but the world just gets worse
As you wonder about how someone could become
So fat and so proud off the damage they've done
Man, the damage was fun

A house is a home
Hotels made of skin and bone hold us
Father figures continue to scold us
Avuncular-at-best in a church of new things
He traded the records for rings
As I sat back and watched what I thought would ensue
Not ensue

Hospitals overflow
With singers, embittered and pissed
Dead-ringers for men whose whereabouts should not be known
Or be missed

No failed revolts
No plot from the inside
Could contend with the prospect or trend
Towards being discovered before our time
With upwards of thirty songs
All about women and children
Whose lives will come second to mine

You take back the curse, but the girl just gets
Every rip-off artist to paint a picture of a world at war
When the world was not at war
When the world was not at war
When the world was not at war
Oh, when the world was not at war