Late night, roaming streets I found a body in the hedge,
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.