Suburbia
It's somehow old-fashioned
That I couldn't talk
To my parents
My sisters and me
It's something called bible
And someone who always
Forgives you
When you are the fool
So you never know why
You're always complaining
Suburbia
The young man, the old man
the wise and the noise
In suburbia
I made up my mind
With a beer in my hand
But the whiskey
Whispered my name
The falling of characters
In my real stoned eyes
Can't change me
I'm like an insane
So you never know why
You're always complaining
Suburbia
The good old times, the old ones
The young girl, the neighbour
Suburbia
Well, and I don't know why
I'm still sitting here
In suburbia
And I got me thinking
Of some other places
Suburbia
Suburbia, suburbia
Suburbia, suburbia
Well, I got to be a big boy
From a big band in America
But the notes I couldn't read
Nor understand
So I better stay in this town
With my everyones in perfect harmony
And I never ever
Have to read any notes
So you never know why
I'm always complaining
Suburbia
The good old times, the old ones
The young girl, the neighbour
Suburbia
And I got me thinking
Of some other places
Suburbia
And I have to complain
About everything
In suburbia
Suburbia, suburbia
Suburbia, suburbia
La la la la, oh oh
Suburbia
La la la la, oh oh
Suburbia
Suburbia, suburbia
Suburbia, oh oh
Suburbia
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