Stolen Goods Lyrics

We're all just slaves to the past

But why on earth should this shit last

You preach a dream of sovereignty

While sat there drinking stolen tea

This is the life you sell yourself

This is the life. You help yourself

This way of life is fading fast

So you cling dear for what you have

Don't play the victim card as if

Any of this was yours to give

If finders keepers makes for sore losers

I'd dread to think what makes you a winner