Robbers — Cold War Kids

Sulking, walking 'Round the city after dark Need protection from street thugs Who clip the tires and rip the doors Off rugs like cowards

And all this life we've glorified Robbing from the blind It's not easy you see Don't think I don't know sympathy My victims, in my shadow Staring back at me

Not me, I'm knocking Tip toe outside a stranger's door Casually let myself in Fill pockets with trinkets, purses China antique armoirs

And all this life we've glorified Robbing from the blind It's not easy you see Don't think I don't know sympathy My victims, in my shadow Staring back at me

As robbers in my thoughts They tell me what to think They're hiding in my clothes Crawling in the kitchen sink