Other People’s Gardens

Braun

With one hand in the cookie jar and your eyes lifted to heaven
No one suspects your smiles of misdirection
You cry about those things that never were yours
Justify your thievery as settling the score

Even sly Robin Hood had a better cover
Gave away his riches, took Maid Marion for lover
But you hold your spoils close to your heart
Let your fear of capture tear you apart

Chorus:
You steal roses from other people’s gardens
Then you wonder why you bleed
Then you plead innocent to all the charges
And wonder why judgment flames are always licking at your feet

I must admit your con-artistry impresses me
The way you dress your lies in pretty poetry
Take away the rhyme and all you have is prose
Just another case of the emperor’s new clothes

You’ve mastered well the role of victim
To escape all the hot water you’re in
I think you must believe your own press
Wear that disguise so well that you can’t even guess that..(to chorus)

Bridge:
Burn, does it burn when you run from the lies
Scared, are you scared you’re gonna run out of safe places to hide