Careful not to make the floor squeak

Or the metal rattle around your neck

High street park on which we're descending is patiently patiently found

Walk on the balls of your feet and slowly let your weight settle down

Navigate the darkest grey with the light shining from a flashing clock

The shadows through the windows of the trees

Towering like a fallen flag pole along the floor

You move like a cougar

You move like a cougar

Hiding in the attic trunk space hoping they don't come find me

I've got to get my self free and quietly quietly bounce

Now there is someone outside who can hear me creeping around the place

Try to find an open window and follow shadows across the lawn

From every branch a crooked path for me

Cowering like a beaten dog on the floor that begs for it's super

I won't beg for my super

I stole small things first

And I never got caught

No I never got caught

I stole small things first

No bigger than a bread box

But I ain't never got caught

And then the small things grew

The way small things do

And I ain't never got caught

I stole small things first

And I never got caught

No I never got caught

I stole small things first

And I never got caught

I stole small things first

And I never got caught

No I never got caught

And then the small things grew

The way small things do

And I ain't never got caught