Thieves always feel ashamed
When there's nothing left worth stealing
You don't have to turn away
I know exactly what you're feeling
The whispering and scheming
But my drink's still on the table
I remember when i thought you had something to say
Some are full of hope (remember)
Some had lost their homes (remember)
All of them believed in you
But you were nothing but a peddler
I still hear the screaming
The whispering and scheming
And the city's infiltrated
Marching to build a brighter day
Can't you hear the screaming
Can't you hear them screaming
They don't owe you nothing
Watching the ships burn on the bay
Feeling my life drift away