Deceives The Eye ['Work Rest & Play' EP]
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โฑ๏ธ 2:00 duration
๐ ID: 16444481
๐ Lyrics
In the earliest days of my shoplifting career,
you could safely say i was filled with fear.
it was nail biting work from the very start,
but several quick sucesses soon gave me heart.
after a while i could pick or nick or steal,
some shirts some trousers and a few lps.
no-one ever stopped me, they didn't seem to care.
it sometimes seemed to me that there was no-one there.
Then a fine summers day my mates and me,
set off down the westend on our usual spree.
things were as normal for an hour or so,
then my nimble hands were a bit too slow.
two store detectives made a fast approach,
one grabbed my jacket (you're nicked!)
the other grabbed my throat.
so they caught me at last, one said with joy:
"you'll have to do some time, my light fingered boy!"
If only i'd remembered my common sense,
they captured me red-handed with evidence.
if i go to the manager and say i'm sorry,
maybe he'll forgive me for my youthful folly.
But what will me social worker say,
if i don't come home today?
he'll give me a clout!
what if they don't let me out?
i told him i'm on me own!
don't they understand?
i'm from a broken home!
I'll tell them i'm the product of a broken home,
and i always went out on my own.
was it too late to say i'd pay,
and i'll never steal again 'till the end of my days?
because i have no friends to call as such,
money and posessions i did not have much,
so i started to steal in order to get by.
the quickness of the hand deceives the eye.
deceives the eye the eye the eye...
you could safely say i was filled with fear.
it was nail biting work from the very start,
but several quick sucesses soon gave me heart.
after a while i could pick or nick or steal,
some shirts some trousers and a few lps.
no-one ever stopped me, they didn't seem to care.
it sometimes seemed to me that there was no-one there.
Then a fine summers day my mates and me,
set off down the westend on our usual spree.
things were as normal for an hour or so,
then my nimble hands were a bit too slow.
two store detectives made a fast approach,
one grabbed my jacket (you're nicked!)
the other grabbed my throat.
so they caught me at last, one said with joy:
"you'll have to do some time, my light fingered boy!"
If only i'd remembered my common sense,
they captured me red-handed with evidence.
if i go to the manager and say i'm sorry,
maybe he'll forgive me for my youthful folly.
But what will me social worker say,
if i don't come home today?
he'll give me a clout!
what if they don't let me out?
i told him i'm on me own!
don't they understand?
i'm from a broken home!
I'll tell them i'm the product of a broken home,
and i always went out on my own.
was it too late to say i'd pay,
and i'll never steal again 'till the end of my days?
because i have no friends to call as such,
money and posessions i did not have much,
so i started to steal in order to get by.
the quickness of the hand deceives the eye.
deceives the eye the eye the eye...
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.58] In the earliest days of my shoplifting career,
[00:04.17] you could safely say i was filled with fear.
[00:07.85] it was nail biting work from the very start,
[00:10.59] but several quick sucesses soon gave me heart.
[00:13.23] after a while i could pick or nick or steal,
[00:15.97] some shirts some trousers and a few lps.
[00:19.66] no-one ever stopped me, they didn't seem to care.
[00:22.35] it sometimes seemed to me that there was no-one there.
[00:25.03] Then a fine summers day my mates and me,
[00:27.85] set off down the westend on our usual spree.
[00:30.54] things were as normal for an hour or so,
[00:33.20] then my nimble hands were a bit too slow.
[00:36.06] two store detectives made a fast approach,
[00:38.77] one grabbed my jacket (you're nicked!)
[00:40.51] the other grabbed my throat.
[00:42.48] so they caught me at last, one said with joy:
[00:45.15] "you'll have to do some time, my light fingered boy!"
[00:47.81] If only i'd remembered my common sense,
[01:01.53] they captured me red-handed with evidence.
[01:04.21] if i go to the manager and say i'm sorry,
[01:06.98] maybe he'll forgive me for my youthful folly.
[01:11.59] But what will me social worker say,
[01:14.29] if i don't come home today?
[01:17.00] he'll give me a clout!
[01:18.82] what if they don't let me out?
[01:20.54] i told him i'm on me own!
[01:23.38] don't they understand?
[01:25.25] i'm from a broken home!
[01:27.94] I'll tell them i'm the product of a broken home,
[01:30.70] and i always went out on my own.
[01:33.49] was it too late to say i'd pay,
[01:36.22] and i'll never steal again 'till the end of my days?
[01:39.88] because i have no friends to call as such,
[01:42.55] money and posessions i did not have much,
[01:45.32] so i started to steal in order to get by.
[01:48.01] the quickness of the hand deceives the eye.
[01:50.72] deceives the eye the eye the eye...
[01:56.29]
[00:04.17] you could safely say i was filled with fear.
[00:07.85] it was nail biting work from the very start,
[00:10.59] but several quick sucesses soon gave me heart.
[00:13.23] after a while i could pick or nick or steal,
[00:15.97] some shirts some trousers and a few lps.
[00:19.66] no-one ever stopped me, they didn't seem to care.
[00:22.35] it sometimes seemed to me that there was no-one there.
[00:25.03] Then a fine summers day my mates and me,
[00:27.85] set off down the westend on our usual spree.
[00:30.54] things were as normal for an hour or so,
[00:33.20] then my nimble hands were a bit too slow.
[00:36.06] two store detectives made a fast approach,
[00:38.77] one grabbed my jacket (you're nicked!)
[00:40.51] the other grabbed my throat.
[00:42.48] so they caught me at last, one said with joy:
[00:45.15] "you'll have to do some time, my light fingered boy!"
[00:47.81] If only i'd remembered my common sense,
[01:01.53] they captured me red-handed with evidence.
[01:04.21] if i go to the manager and say i'm sorry,
[01:06.98] maybe he'll forgive me for my youthful folly.
[01:11.59] But what will me social worker say,
[01:14.29] if i don't come home today?
[01:17.00] he'll give me a clout!
[01:18.82] what if they don't let me out?
[01:20.54] i told him i'm on me own!
[01:23.38] don't they understand?
[01:25.25] i'm from a broken home!
[01:27.94] I'll tell them i'm the product of a broken home,
[01:30.70] and i always went out on my own.
[01:33.49] was it too late to say i'd pay,
[01:36.22] and i'll never steal again 'till the end of my days?
[01:39.88] because i have no friends to call as such,
[01:42.55] money and posessions i did not have much,
[01:45.32] so i started to steal in order to get by.
[01:48.01] the quickness of the hand deceives the eye.
[01:50.72] deceives the eye the eye the eye...
[01:56.29]