There's a lot of shady guys
A lot of snake fingered creeps
And you've seen them creeping
Down the quiet suburban streets
Heads in the clouds
But they're cold and black
Feet on the ground
But something must have cracked

And if you listen to their story
They're bound to raise a smile
And if you listen to their story
You'll surely run a mile

The chicken hawks are coming and
They're dressing up like clowns
And the distance in their eyes
Is the distance back to town.
They've got that long stare
They've seen it all before
They can never get enough
And they're back for more

And if you listen to their story
You're bound to raise a smile
And if you listen to their story
You're sure to raise a smile

If you coloured this city
All the colours of its dreams
You'd be down in darkness
You'd be sensitive to screams
And all flesh is grass but
For the moment it's meat
So don't expose your children
To suburban streets

And if you listen to their story
They're bound to raise a smile
And if you listen to their story
You'll surely run a mile
Won't you?