Tekst:
Company Of Thieves Running From A Gamble

before you. Look left, look right. Look both ways! Making a mess just to clean it up later Looking on forward to the Sunday paper Making a mess---

Ooh-la Chalking a whole lot of numbers, dropping a whole lot of name You came along, a Christian son Ooh-la Digging a whole lot of gold, raising a whole

the thoughts I think of you are constant now Stones will cover up your eyes and keep you from the sea... Now everyone's on top of it You're runnin' from a gamble

syrup, so sweet And it's so sweet, Ah ha and it's so sweet But it's a damn shame! It's a damn shame It's a damn shame we couldn't be...

a closeness 'Cause when I wake I am so far out from reach I am so far from We need a closeness, a harmless closeness Oh we need a closeness, a harmless

We didn't have the money to tear it down, down We didn't have the money to build it uh, uh, uh, uh, uh uh uh up We didn't have the funding to make a name