Simon Viklund - Steal from the Rich, Give to Myself

Call me crazy, call me insane
The jester and the king is one and the same
The question of who really runs this freakshow
Will have you rattle your brain
The sharpest elbows, the sharpest of minds
No compensation for the honest and kind
I'm digging deep to find the flaws within me
Before I'm falling behind

You can't control me
I can't even control myself
You can't control me
I can't even control myself
Steal from the rich, give to myself
Steal from the rich, give to myself

I stack the decks and I'm rigging the race
I take a shortcut to the end of the maze
And all the while I got this faint suspicion
That I have fallen from grace
I make belive that I'm dining with kings
I'm justifying reprehensible things
The wind is rising underneath my feathers
The sun is hot on my wings

You can't control me
I can't even control myself
You can't control me
I can't even control myself

You can't control me
I can't even control myself
You can't control me
I can't even control myself
Steal from the rich, give to myself
Steal from the rich, give to myself
Steal from the rich, give to myself
Steal from the rich, give to myself
Steal from the rich, give to myself
Steal from the rich, give to myself
Steal from the rich, give to myself
Steal from the rich, give to myself