Cold As Crooks

Cold as crooks we walk the streets Pickpocketing every snob we meet We need the money so that we can eat It's all the same, rinse and repeat It's hard to meet the cost of living When everyone takes and no one's giving But what can I say, I'm lower than dirt... But I'd rather suffer than see another one hurt In the end money marks our lives Those with cash will surely survive But me? I know I've already been lost I gave up my life, but at what cost? I'd rather be hungry and freed Than to be sinful with greed And in the end I bleed... In this life that I lead... Led it straight to the end Led it straight to this spot Where all crooks can ammend The mistakes that sent them to rot Nobody helps, they just give us looks... and here we die, cold as crooks