Robber - The Weather Station

I never believed in the robber

I never saw nobody climb over my fence

No black bag, no gloved hand

I never believed in the robber

I figured everything he took was gone

Nothing to do, nothing to be done

I never believed in the robber

No I never believed in the robber

You never believed in the robber

You thought;

a robber must hate you to wanna take from you

The robber don’t hate you

You never believed in the robber but the robber never believed in you

He never saw you, he only saw what he would be allowed to do

No, the robber don’t hate you

The robber don’t hate you

He had permission, permission by words

Permission of thanks, permission of laws, permission of banks

White table cloth dinners, convention centres, it was all done real carefully

Make real imagination, make unreal that which can be taken

Turn your gaze from the window’s light

Turn your attention to this sharp knife

I never believed in the robber

When I was young, I learned how to make love to the robber

To dance with the other

To wring from his hand the touch of a lover

I never believed in the robber

Nobody taught me nothing was mine

If nothing was mine, taking was all there was

Looting at dawn looting at dusk

Hold open the gates for the want of lust

All I saw was the dust, kicked up