Late night, roaming streets I found a body in the hedge,
A woman with a tattoo of a tiger on her head.
The suburbs are a perfect place for murder.
The blood drips slowly to the gutters.
Late night, roaming streets I found a suitcase full of cash,
Filthy, dying money, stumble inglorious
The suburbs are a perfect place for murder.
The blood drips slowly to the gutters.
I remember you, you remember me,
I'm like a fox sneaking around in your secret.
You were troubled, and we were troubled.
This paranoia is making me crazy.
Somewhere in the night
I hear the sound of a naughty fight between a couple
Who are meant to be in love with one another.
The suburbs are a perfect place for murder.
The blood drips slowly to the gutters.
I remember you, you remember me,
I'm like a fox sneaking round in your secret.
You were troubled, and we were troubled.
This paranoia is making me crazy.
I scream out to the moon
I scream out to it
out to it
Late night, roaming streets keep finding bodies in the hedge,
Multiples of people with tigers on their heads.
The suburbs are a perfect place for murder.
'cause the blood drips down into the gutters.