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Western Sydney Life

By Adam


When he creeps in to the backyard

And he goes straight for the window.

So quick and so quiet, people would say that

    he’s so slick

Crime is his art and which he is king

Your money and gold

He will make his queen

He’s in the window quieter then a mouse

As you sleep he’s searching your house

He goes for the handbags, wallet, gold and all.

As he leaves he takes the keys and out the door

He pushes the car straight to the street.

He Rings the Dealer that he must meet.

He spends all your money, sells all your things

And now he’s ready for what the night brings.

He’s been an outlaw from a young age.

That’s why his profession is crime,

where he stays.


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