The women are well-known thieves in this town
Like sirens from the Odyssey
They beckon lonely sailors in
To watch their ships go down
And the men are well-known thieves as well
Selling snake oil to the infirm
With cloves and cinnamon bandit masks
They're gone before you stir
And the wicked sleep as easily
As the victims every night
While one grasps for a justification
The next one plots a crime
Like sirens from the Odyssey
They beckon lonely sailors in
To watch their ships go down
And the men are well-known thieves as well
Selling snake oil to the infirm
With cloves and cinnamon bandit masks
They're gone before you stir
And the wicked sleep as easily
As the victims every night
While one grasps for a justification
The next one plots a crime