paroles de chanson Steal from the Rich, Give to Myself - Simon Viklund

Call me crazy, call me insane
The jester and the king is one and the same
The question all that really haunts this freakshow
We'll have you out of your brain
The sharpest ammo's the sharpest of minds
No compensation for the artisan kind
I'm diggin' deep to find the thoughts within me
Before I've fallen behind
You can't control me
I can't even control myself
You can't control me
I can't even control myself
Steal from the rich give to myself
Steal from the rich give to myself
I stack the decks and I'm rigging the race
I take a shortcut to the end of the maze
And all the while I got this vague suspicion
That I have fallen from grace
I may belive that I'm dining with kings
I'm justifying reprehensible things
The wind is rising underneath my feathers
The sun is hot on my wings
You can't control me
I can't even control myself
You can't control me
I can't even control myself
You can't control me
I can't even control myself
You can't control me
I can't even control myself
Steal from the rich give to myself
Steal from the rich give to myself
Steal from the rich give to myself
Steal from the rich give to myself
Steal from the rich give to myself
Steal from the rich give to myself
Steal from the rich give to myself
Steal from the rich give to myself