LOVE IN SUBURBIA - ONR

Lacing my shoes

In the standard bar way

Nothing left loose

Gone are the days

In the heat of the night

The girls walk in twos

Drawn to the light

And too polite to refuse

Refuse

Spilling my blood

On the steps of my church

Where I knelt as a kid

By the old pulpit

But it don’t seem to hurt

John, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up!

We’re at war again!

And I’ve been stuck on the roadside

For old times sake with a terrible friend

But if you can play

Then you’re part of the game

Love in suburbia, love in suburbia

Love in suburbia, love in suburbia

Love in suburbia, love in suburbia

Love in suburbia

We should all just go home

(Love in suburbia)

The kids don’t care

'Cause they’re too young to die

Too old to moan for it

Too young to vote for it

Too old to cry

God, is it always like this?

Is it always so grim?

Is it only the beautiful

Only the suitably damned who fit in?

But if you can play

Then your part of the game

Love in suburbia, love in suburbia

Love in suburbia, love in suburbia

Love in suburbia, love in suburbia

Love in suburbia, love in suburbia

Love in suburbia, love in suburbia

Love in suburbia, love in suburbia

Love in suburbia, love in suburbia

Love in suburbia, love in suburbia

Love in suburbia, in suburbia

In suburbia, in suburbia

Love in suburbia, in suburbia

In suburbia