Magpies, cutpurse, pocket-picking thieves
Feeding your vanity while emptying your sleeve
Salesmen, swindlers, liars most kind
A world set out to rob you
Swindling salesmen leave you blind
In a world set out to fob you
Trust is a chance companion
We'd prefer a little more gold
We're backed up a bit about justice, too
Cut your hands off do what you're told
('Cause you're) the unknown and the dirty
Unclean from far away -
Strangers bringing vermin
Disease and disarray
Cutpurse, magpies, pocket-picking thieves
Feeding your vanity while emptying your sleeve
Salesmen, swindlers, liars most kind
A world that doesn't need you
Swindling salesmen, nothing signed
In a world set out to bleed you
Trust is just not natural
Never sure things can be true
With fear-seeded locks and doors
To keep you safe from people like you
('Cause you're) the unknown and the dirty...
Magpies, cutpurse, pocket-picking thieves
Feeding your vanity while emptying your sleeve
(brief solo)
Cutpurse, magpies, pocket-picking thieves
Feeding your vanity while emptying your sleeve
Salesmen, swindlers, liars most kind
A world that can't fulfill you
Swindling salesmen steal your mind
In a world that just might kill you
You think everyone lies to you
And the more they know, the less
What you believe is what you see
As easily fooled as the rest (oh yeah)
('Cause you're) the unknown and the dirty...
Magpies, cutpurse, pocket-picking thieves
Feeding your vanity (nothing here to see)
Cutpurse, magpies, pocket-picking thieves
Feeding your vanity (you'll never hear from me)
12/10/21
Demo - 2022 03 11
This is from the December 9th Guardian puzzle. Which I managed to complete. The bleed-through faintly visible is the lyrics, which I wrote at the bottom and on the back of this sheet of paper.
