Текст песни Deceives the Eye - Madness

In the earliest days of my shoplifting career,
You could safely say i was filled with fear.
It was nail biting work from the very start,
But several quick sucesses soon gave me heart.
After a while i could pick or nick or steal,
Some shirts some trousers and a few lps.
No-one ever stopped me, they didn′t seem to care.
It sometimes seemed to me that there was no-one there.
Then a fine summers day my mates and me,
Set off down the westend on our usual spree.
Things were as normal for an hour or so,
Then my nimble hands were a bit too slow.
Two store detectives made a fast approach,
One grabbed my jacket (you're nicked!)
The other grabbed my throat.
So they caught me at last, one said with joy:
"You′ll have to do some time, my light fingered boy!"
If only i'd remembered my common sense,
They captured me red-handed with evidence.
If i go to the manager and say i'm sorry,
Maybe he′ll forgive me for my youthful folly.
But what will me social worker say,
If i don′t come home today?
He'll give me a clout!
What if they don′t let me out?
I told him i'm on me own!
Don′t they understand?
I'm from a broken home!
I′ll tell them i'm the product of a broken home,
And i always went out on my own.
Was it too late to say i'd pay,
And i′ll never steal again ′till the end of my days?
Because i have no friends to call as such,
Money and posessions i did not have much,
So i started to steal in order to get by.
The quickness of the hand deceives the eye.
Deceives the eye the eye the eye...