Neighbourhood Sadist

Under the stars
 Under the trees
 The neighbourhood sadist living his life
 On his knees, man
 Underneath the streetlights
 The air is kinda thick tonight
 Speaking of playthings
 They always seem to say things
 Like "you don't need them"
 "You're never gonna see her again, man"
 Underneath the streetlights
 The air is kinda thick tonight
 My car is a write-off
 I'm ready for those lights off
 Days go so slow
 Living on Heriot Row, man
 Underneath the streetlights
 The air is kinda thick tonight
 Playing with a switchblade
 My uncle's hand grenade
 I could die like dad or mum
 Or uncle back in Vietnam, man
 The only light I've ever seen
 Is the light behind the TV screen
 She is taking her sweet time
 Down the backroads of my town
 If I catch you looking at him
 You never do that again
 Under the stars
 Under the trees
 The neighbourhood sadist living his life
 On his knees, man
 Underneath the streetlights
 The air is kinda thick tonight
 Tonight, tonight, tonight