I'm the son of rage and love the Jesus of suburbia From the bible of none of the above on a steady diet of Soda pop and Ritalin, no one ever died for
want to leave for the city The suburbs is my home, yeah, yeah Sometimes day's as dark as night The suburban natives fight They got no urban desires They burn in the suburban
give a shit about tomorrow You say we're a bunch of lazy bums We just wanna act stupid and have some fun Cause we don't give a shit about tomorrow Hey suburbia
t give a shit about tomorrow You say we're a bunch of lazy bums We just wanna act stupid and have some fun Cause we don't give a shit about tomorrow Hey suburbia
we're blessed and all the same Full of blood, loving life and all it's got to give Englishman going insane Down on my knees in suburbia Down on myself
1997, suburbia soundtrack, geffen [instrumental]
Play Play It's darkest in suburbia It's darkest in suburbia It's darkest in suburbia It's darkest in suburbia Suburbia Suburbia Suburbia Suburbia
Barons of suburbia take another piece of my good graces I'm in my war you're in yours Do we fight for peace as they take another piece of us But baby
the color TV? Let's take a ride and run with the dogs tonight In suburbia You can't hide, run with the dogs tonight In suburbia In suburbia In suburbia
we're blessed and all the same Full of blood, loving life and all it's got to give Englishmen going insane Down on my knees in Suburbia Down on myself
In mornings she's so regal like the valley sighs In the chilly sea that killed her real slow Now we're swimming up farther with the doll by our sides
And when she drowns Within and in the fizzy gin, begins to sigh "Good God, oh my", I cry And die, and lie beside She is the apple in my eye She talked
You hoo you hoo you hoo You hoo you hoo you hoo All our friends Now seem so thin and frail Slinky secrets Hotter than the sun No preachy friars No trendy
Instrumental
You will come back within yourself You can be art when we melt And I will know what you were for I say we're leaving There ain't nothing here at all
stop denying That our brothers are in miserable pain Stop short, lend a hand and break the chains Of regularity that you lean so closely upon Your little Suburbia
a junkie but his mommy didnt know couldnt see the track marks from his wrists to his elbows she was busy drinking martinis 'cause life in the suburbs