Texty: John Hiatt. Anthology - Disc 1. Spy Boy.

Well it's dangerous out here tonight but a fellow's gotta eat

I see those vampires sucking blood

I hear those dull thuds

I guess it's trick or treat



CHORUS:

I'm a Spy Boy

I'm a Spy Boy



Oh this music is hell

Man why don't you turn it up real loud

I'm a stranger here in town

I hope this is the wrong kind of crowd



Now,

REPEAT CHORUS



I wear my heart on my sleeve

Just take a look at my flag

I should be up to my knees

Or all the way down the track



BRIDGE:

I want to hurt some one

I want to love someone

I want to be some one

Why do I need some one



Oh the smoke gets in my eyes

Things materialize but I wish I never seen

I know my mama tried so hard to raise a son up right

Just can't keep it clean



REPEAT CHORUS TWICE