On Horse-back The Thief

For a pittance to satan his soul he did sell
On horse-back the thief he is riding to hell
He steals from poor people who are poorer than he
And puts them far deeper into poverty.

That poor gentle old lady who lives on our street
A beautiful person so honest and sweet
He snatched her purse from her with all of the money she had
Is he not a disgrace to his mum and dad?

He can't steal from the wealthy their homes burglar proof and secure
So he goes out instead and he steals from the poor
Not your modern day Ned Kelly or Robin Hood
Those blokes were not all bad in them there was good.

He is one of the sort who believes their own lies
And he can put on the charm this crook in disguise
And innocent old ladies for his charm do fall
And the darker side of humanity they are left to recall.

He has lost his integrity and his sense of pride
And on horse-back the thief down the road to hell ride
Old ladies hang on to your purses real tight
He will smile at you and rob you and he won't feel contrite.