Neighbourhood Sadist Songtext
von Civic

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