Teksty: Bishop Allen. Black Suburbans.

Here come the black Suburbans
One, two, and three
Here come the black Suburbans
Looking after me

And I see myself reflected in the tinted windows
And I smile
I feel so safe when they're around me
I really hope they stay awhile

They got the secret numbers
They got the skeleton key
They got a tap on my telephone line
Finally someone who listens to me

And everynight I hear 'em as they crawl around inside of my walls
I guess I must have been suspicious or I'd never tipped 'em off

And if you're feeling lonely
Like just another so-and-so
Write a letter to anyone
They're be looking through your mail, you know

Here come the black Suburbans
One, two, and three
Here come the black Suburbans
Looking after me

And I see myself reflected in the tinted windows
And I smile
I feel so safe when they're around me
I really hope they stay awhile