Two Little Thieves

by Julian Fulton and the Zombie Gospel

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released June 26, 2013

Written and produced by Julian Fulton. Arranged by Julian Fulton and the Zombie Gospel. Engineered by Amanda Duncan, James Dellatacoma, and Russ Eia. Mixed by Pat Noon. Mastered by Alan Douches.

Julian Fulton: vocals, electric guitar, acoustic guitar, piano, organ, midi, maracas, tambourine, sleigh bells, melodica
Kristine Donovan: vocals
Aidan Fulton: drums
Russ Eia: bass

© 2013 Julian Fulton. BMI. All rights reserved.

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Track Name: Two Little Thieves
Two little thieves in a pickle out west. A dime's worth of goodies in a medicine chest. A barrel full of vengeance, full of hatred, full of pain. You wish you could recall her name.

There's a thief in my room laying in my bed, wearing all my clothes, dancing in my head.

I've seen this face before - a bitterness that could only grace your eyes. But what I've got in store is sure to help those feelings die.

And I know that you're used to getting all you want boy. And I know that you're used to getting all you want girl.

I've seen this face before - a bitterness that could only grace your eyes. But what I've got in store is sure to help those feelings die.

And I know that you're used to getting all you want boy. And I know that you're used to getting all you want girl.

And though you may not recall my name, I take no offense. You boys are all the same. We met the evening my old man was slain. We met the evening my old man was slain.

He lost everything down at the track. Never made it out of his Cadillac, but little old me was sitting in the back.

Before he was dead, my dear father said, "When you aim, baby girl, aim for the head."

You know it's through. You know it's through.

Two little thieves in a pickle out west with a dime's worth of goodies in a medicine chest. A barrel full of vengeance, full of hatred, full of pain. You wish you could recall her name.