Thieves in the Mourning
And we made it out
Like thieves in the morning
And we made it out
Like thieves in the
Three brothers
We’d ride or die
In the dead of night
Before the light
A pack a wolves
In coats of wool
Taking every body in sight
Homebodies all disapproved
With the way we’d move
Nefarious and petulant
But the mayor had us figured out
Laid traps about
And deployed his regiment
And we made it out
Like thieves in the morning
And we made it out
Like thieves in the
Two brothers
Were left behind
After the night
Broke for the light
Castrated
Reduced to pups
Domesticated
Left to be loved
By the streets that had betrayed us
Nothing to provide us
Lessons that taught us nothing in the end
Just two of us in mourning
One gone with no warning
Wolves, they hate the morning
(morning, morning)
And we made it out
Like thieves in the morning
And we made it out
Like thieves in the
Two thieves left in mourning