Highway Robbery Lyrics

Sergeant Smythe Highway Robbery

No, not gonna pay for you to fly
Cross country so you can spread a lie.
I think you might as well deny
The sad fact that you can’t make them buy.
You're a thief.
Making a buck from the high hope of others.
Don’t come cheap.
I should have never tried to get on your Mother’s
Waves.

And there you go
Rubbing your hands all the way to the bank
Grinning like a Cheshire Cat smoking crank.
Fistful of hundreds in a fold
Tell me right now, what’s your worth in gold?
Place your bets.
I wouldn’t be too generous.
Odds aren’t best.
I wouldn’t hold your breath.

Hey, you got a transfer?
Well I’ve got a discharge for you.

Open wide come inside.

You wanna come round hear, yell threats?
If I were you, wouldn’t bother, you failed the test.
You got a cold heart in your chest.
What’s next? I suggest cardiac arrest.