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