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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 round in your secret.
You were troubled, and we were troubled.
This paranoia is making me crazy.
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.

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 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.

Oh…Ah…why….
I scream out to the moon
I scream out to it
out to it
Wooooo!!
Aaawwwoooo!!

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.