Lyrics
Steal the joy around, to get hold on our sounds
His head is at the door, and steal the joy around
To get hold on our sounds, steal the joy around Hush-hush, ready to hear it all
and steal the joy around
the kind of character you d like to encounter
He s living in our town, play dirty with our girls, you wouldn t buy from him
It gives you the creep, it gives you the creep, put everybody down
Maybe he ll find some more, ready to hear it all
and steal the joy around
And steal the joy around, his hand is on the floor Austin, ready to hear it all
Ready to hear it all, play dirty with our girls Austin, play dirty with our girls
Ready to scratch it all, play dirty with our girls
The smallest utensil, the kind of character you d like to encounter
You wouldn t let him in, to get hold on our sounds Hush-hush, maybe he ll find some more
To get hold on our sounds, his head is at the door, to get hold on our sounds
his head is at the door
Put everybody down, as sleazy as can be
And every time he laughs, looks like some phil collins
put everybody down
To get hold on our sounds, play dirty with our girls
His head is at the door, maybe he ll find some more, put everybody down
Who knows the guy called flint, to get hold on our sounds, his hand is on the floor
the smallest utensil
and every time he laughs
His hand is on the floor, and if he were a salesman
His head is at the door, he s living in our town, maybe he ll find some more