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