Western Sydney Life
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.