on waves
i surf fm satellite frequencies
it's early a.m.
loyal listeners ride shotgun
accidental newbies stumble upon the madness
i'm a thief
retired
but theft pumps through veins
exploits and philosophy
run from synapses to voice box
beating drums
in a past life
cigarettes would fill the room
now i'm lucky if makers sits next to me
the audience waits
i deliver the gospel
the art of thieving
stealing heart mind body
i lay out the blueprint
for seduction
calls turn dark to flashing white lights
my producer fields calls
heated discussion float in the air
it comes down to the bottom line
nothing is secure
everything is up for grabs
if you want to win
you might have to steal
this is where i provide my services
for those who are in love with taken hearts
i provide the keys glocks and locks
