Suburbia

Sometimes I walk upon these streets
Of shattered old concrete
And dream about suburbia
And running away with you

Stranded on the Westbound 66
Dreaming of getting that picket fence
We’re gonna cash our checks on Friday nights
And shop at the outlet malls

Sick and tired of paying rent to taste
Fuck these rotten alleys we’re going home

We’re gonna hang shit on the walls
Put some hardwood in the halls
Take our trash out to the curb and say hi to Bob and Kim

We’re gonna let the dog out back
Get ourselves a Cadillac
Leave behind the corner stores and go out for a swim
Fuck yeah Suburbia

Every night there’s a ding-dong-ditch
Got another busted dimmer switch
And the neighbors dog shit on our lawn
And the cat’s been gone since dawn

Stuck on the freeway after dark
Putting miles on our hearts
Taking our Xanax with a cup of joe
Watching reality TV shows

Sick and tired we payed up for the taste
Fuck this cul-de-sac we’re going home

We hung our shit on the walls
Put some hardwood in the halls
Took our trash out to the curb and got shunned by Bob and Kim

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