| Song | Robbers |
| Artist | Cold War Kids |
| Album | Robbers & Cowards |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Cold War Kids | |
| Sulking, walking round' the city after dark | |
| Need protection, from street toughs who clip the locks and rip the doors off rough, like cowards | |
| Oh this life of glorified | |
| Robbing from the blind is not easy, you see | |
| Don't think | |
| I don't know sympathy | |
| My victims in my shadow staring back at me | |
| Not me, I'm knockin | |
| Tiptoe outside a stranger's door casually let myself in | |
| Fill pockets with trinkets, purses, china, antique armoire | |
| Oh this life of glorified | |
| Robbing from the blind is not easy, you see | |
| Don't think | |
| I don't know sympathy | |
| My victims in my shadow staring back at me | |
| There's robbers in my thoughts! | |
| They tell me what to think, they're hiding in my clothes, crawling in the kitchen sink |
| zuo qu : Cold War Kids | |
| Sulking, walking round' the city after dark | |
| Need protection, from street toughs who clip the locks and rip the doors off rough, like cowards | |
| Oh this life of glorified | |
| Robbing from the blind is not easy, you see | |
| Don' t think | |
| I don' t know sympathy | |
| My victims in my shadow staring back at me | |
| Not me, I' m knockin | |
| Tiptoe outside a stranger' s door casually let myself in | |
| Fill pockets with trinkets, purses, china, antique armoire | |
| Oh this life of glorified | |
| Robbing from the blind is not easy, you see | |
| Don' t think | |
| I don' t know sympathy | |
| My victims in my shadow staring back at me | |
| There' s robbers in my thoughts! | |
| They tell me what to think, they' re hiding in my clothes, crawling in the kitchen sink |
| zuò qǔ : Cold War Kids | |
| Sulking, walking round' the city after dark | |
| Need protection, from street toughs who clip the locks and rip the doors off rough, like cowards | |
| Oh this life of glorified | |
| Robbing from the blind is not easy, you see | |
| Don' t think | |
| I don' t know sympathy | |
| My victims in my shadow staring back at me | |
| Not me, I' m knockin | |
| Tiptoe outside a stranger' s door casually let myself in | |
| Fill pockets with trinkets, purses, china, antique armoire | |
| Oh this life of glorified | |
| Robbing from the blind is not easy, you see | |
| Don' t think | |
| I don' t know sympathy | |
| My victims in my shadow staring back at me | |
| There' s robbers in my thoughts! | |
| They tell me what to think, they' re hiding in my clothes, crawling in the kitchen sink |