Letra de Pickpocket

I'm not what I seem to be life to me's no mystery Those like me will rot in jail longer than their life will be CHORUS: My hand's in your pocket I'm taking what's yours What I eat, my survival all depends on what I steal When you turn your back I'll steal your money stolen money buys my meals CHORUS I'll steal your money too Master of deceptive fables criminal insanity It always beats real work time, wages, income earned. I live like kings If the suckers ever catch me it's for sure that I would die CHORUS I'll pick your pocket too