Suburbia Kills
I: Murder Street
In a small suburban town
Where you always feel alone
Psychos live next door
This place will destroy your mind
I hate this fucking place
I've been stuck here for days
This place is boring as hell
Nothing but lies and bullshit fairytales
I'm here to tell you that suburbia kills
That suburbia kills
I hate this fucking place
I've been stuck here for days
Here on Murder Street
II: Story Of A Broken American Family
On the street of Glengrove Avenue
There's a blue misleading house
With a cop car in the front
And pot plants in the back
A fucked up and dysfunction family
That needs some help
But it's too late!
But it's too late!
Dad is a psychopathic drug dealer
That mom is trying to escape from
Sister is a bitchy tattletale
Brother is abused
And baby is an annoying spoiled brat
I'm sick of this crap!
I'm sick of this crap!
III: Whatever
I don't care anymore
Life has become such a bore
my soul has been sold
And this shit's getting old
When I pass out on the floor
I feel like such a whore
Fucking up is so much fun
Robbing your dignity by drinking beer from shotgun
There's no need for trust
When everyone is looking for lust
I think that I should give up
Because I don't give a fuck
I crash and fall
IV: Who Am I?
When I wake up
I look at myself
With regret and disgust
I never was like this
Such an optimistic pessimist
I've become a monster
And hit rock bottom
I thought that sex and drugs
Could fix all of my problems
I lost all sense of control
And I really let myself go
I don't know who the hell I am
And I'm sorry that it took me so long to give a damn
V: Growing UP
I've learned a lesson in life
After losing all my pride
No more going on drinking binges
Breaking from the past and burning bridges
No more crutches for me, don't you see
I can finally stand on my own two feet
*The suburbian air can make you or break you
Growing up is hard to do
Like a phoenix rises
Out of it's own ashes
You gotta greak before you're made
We all break like a rusty robot
That need an upgrade
This won't be easily fought
You'll make it' It's something that you need
No more crutches for me, don't you see
I can finally stand on my own two feet
*The suburbian air can make you or break you
Growing up is hard to do
Like a phoenix rises
Out of it's own ashes
You gotta greak before you're made
Suburbia kills!
Suburbia kills!
Suburbia kills!
Boy, suburbia really kills!
In a small suburban town
Where you always feel alone
Psychos live next door
This place will destroy your mind
I hate this fucking place
I've been stuck here for days
This place is boring as hell
Nothing but lies and bullshit fairytales
I'm here to tell you that suburbia kills
That suburbia kills
I hate this fucking place
I've been stuck here for days
Here on Murder Street
II: Story Of A Broken American Family
On the street of Glengrove Avenue
There's a blue misleading house
With a cop car in the front
And pot plants in the back
A fucked up and dysfunction family
That needs some help
But it's too late!
But it's too late!
Dad is a psychopathic drug dealer
That mom is trying to escape from
Sister is a bitchy tattletale
Brother is abused
And baby is an annoying spoiled brat
I'm sick of this crap!
I'm sick of this crap!
III: Whatever
I don't care anymore
Life has become such a bore
my soul has been sold
And this shit's getting old
When I pass out on the floor
I feel like such a whore
Fucking up is so much fun
Robbing your dignity by drinking beer from shotgun
There's no need for trust
When everyone is looking for lust
I think that I should give up
Because I don't give a fuck
I crash and fall
IV: Who Am I?
When I wake up
I look at myself
With regret and disgust
I never was like this
Such an optimistic pessimist
I've become a monster
And hit rock bottom
I thought that sex and drugs
Could fix all of my problems
I lost all sense of control
And I really let myself go
I don't know who the hell I am
And I'm sorry that it took me so long to give a damn
V: Growing UP
I've learned a lesson in life
After losing all my pride
No more going on drinking binges
Breaking from the past and burning bridges
No more crutches for me, don't you see
I can finally stand on my own two feet
*The suburbian air can make you or break you
Growing up is hard to do
Like a phoenix rises
Out of it's own ashes
You gotta greak before you're made
We all break like a rusty robot
That need an upgrade
This won't be easily fought
You'll make it' It's something that you need
No more crutches for me, don't you see
I can finally stand on my own two feet
*The suburbian air can make you or break you
Growing up is hard to do
Like a phoenix rises
Out of it's own ashes
You gotta greak before you're made
Suburbia kills!
Suburbia kills!
Suburbia kills!
Boy, suburbia really kills!