I got your lighter, man I got your flame I’m a kleptomaniac Kle-kleptomaniac I got your lighter, man I got your flame I’m a kleptomaniac Kle-kleptomaniac Before there was bar stool There was art school Part worst part of my life Also part cool I like finger biting Writing for the screen But i must have been miffed Cause I’d lift magazines It became a habit Almost over night Shoplifters of the world Time to reunite I am not the first to [?] the purse Least I’m not a serial killer Really it could be worse Somewhere deep inside Must have felt deprived Sneak in on the sly You’d become alive With the stolen goods with this [?] act Maybe what was taken from me Would be back at last Known as dine and dash Out the door I’d book [?] overlook Got me hooked [?] now I need knick and knacks All my emptiness Remains defiantly intact I got your lighter, man I got your flame I’m a kleptomaniac Kle-kleptomaniac I got your lighter, man I got your flame I’m a kleptomaniac Kle-kleptomaniac Did I fail to mention Though I’m willing to work Everybody was jerks (They’d rub my dick in the dirt) Read an issue of Rolling Stone Said Tisch was the shitter I transferred in the winter So you can call me a quitter All I needed was a spark And I finally felt united But your issues will come with you Even though they aren’t invited You can roam, You can ramble From location to another Brother let me warn you Being a burglar is a bummer They said I’d go far now I’m stealing postcards My conscience says fail then flails with both arms No one tried to stop me Oddly I wanted more Stole a broom in broad daylight Out of a grocery store Something out of every interior I would walk inside Microscopic and meaningless In my hand I would hide I got busted for robbing Some Robitussin a lot A lady came up crying Trying to give me a five Said, ‘I’d be so sad If my daughter was sick And I had to steal medicine’ My addiction was licked No more tempting the fates No more retail revenge No more stealing from my fellow man Because I’m upset I got your lighter, man I got your flame I’m a kleptomaniac Kle-kleptomaniac I got your lighter, man I got your flame I’m a kleptomaniac Kle-kleptomaniac Starting smoking weed (A muslim taught me bonging) Stop talking Or I’m a Oklahoma bombing [?] fat kid in class (all about glass) We watched 90210 Almost smoked the dro fast Every time I pass Every single (site) I find something in my pocket From my musical life Now I’m a klepto with zippos I got a bevvy of bics Hold on to your lighter Or get the five finger diss I got your lighter, man I got your flame I’m a kleptomaniac Kle-kleptomaniac I got your lighter, man I got your flame I’m a kleptomaniac Kle-kle-kle-kle-kle-kle-kle I got your lighter, man I got your flame I’m a kleptomaniac Kle-kleptomaniac I got your lighter, man I got your flame I’m a kleptomaniac Kle-kleptomaniac

Lamp lighter (Arsonists get all the girls)