Living in the burbs
Its a swamp of creeping pervs
Everyone's on nerves
were a therapists hors d'oeuvres
the houses look the same
the families are all chained
parents play head games
and their kids are all to blame
Mommy's playing with her toys
Daddies chasing pretty boys
Sisters got her drama poise
And I'm gonna listen to my noise
I'm friends with guerrillas
I'm mates with stoner popes
Metal is my muse and punks my only hope
Living in the burbs
These neighbors are all perves
Their kids are getting served
Reefing down the Herb
The cars are always plain
The families hide their shame
Parents play their bored games
And kids get stuck with blame
Where still a happy family
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