[Verse 1] Yes I know — I'm a scandal to society, I squat in your home — not to steal your property, But to settle in, to live as if it’s home to me, Private property means... nothing to me. [Chorus] That’s not it — no, don’t be misled, the truth is… I claim the ownership… of your privacy… I falter when I say: “Open up, Sesame!” I don’t want your things — I seize the souls… not the keys. [Verse 2] Property is theft — I take what’s yours, it’s plain, I shut myself inside the walls that I now claim, Today I guard my little piece of land, A contradiction maybe — yet I make my stand. [Chorus] That’s not it — no, don’t be misled, the truth is… I claim the ownership… of your privacy… I have a desperate need for this space, To live shut in, content, at peace in this place. [Hook] La la la la la... la la la... la la.... [Instrumental] [Bridge] In your homes I sometimes gaze upon your things, Photos, books, and frames — the weight of what life brings. I feel the shame of stealing comfort from your night, I watch you suffer, ready now to cry... “That’s right!” [Outro] I know I’m running low on time, each moment slipping by, I see the proof you hate me, the hatred in your eyes. Some kinds of property are theft, yes, it is true, But my crime is to steal... your private life... from you. La la la la la... la la la... la la….
