White picket fences
Barbed wire and trenches
Trick or treat, merry Christmas
Howdy neighbor, thank you Jesus
What is he building in that painted lady
A participation trophy wife or blonde, blue-eyed baby?
Wide-eyed and wired
The snap-crackle-pop of the Geiger
Camouflage billboards for lead-lined Brooks Brothers
You elbow the jukebox and sing "Duck and Cover"
And breed out our incisors, feed on white wine and Pfizer
It don't look like survival, but buy now or die
Suburbia
You're not alone
The lights are on
But no one's home
So, welcome home
Meyers-Briggs, OK-ULTRA
Takes a village to fake a whole culture
Your ear to the playground, your eye on the ball
Your head in the gutter, your brains on the wall
Home is where the heart is
You ain't homeless, but you're heartless
It's the safest on the market
But you still gotta watch where you park it
So give me your half-life crisis
I can tell that you know where paradise is
Where parasites don't care what your blood type is
Only pheromones and serotonin decide
If it's true that a snowflake only matters in a blizzard
Everyone knows that nobody knows that
Everybody's all up in my, everybody's all up in my
Everybody's all up in my business
Suburbia
Where you belong
The lights are on
But no one's home
So, welcome home
Chameleon peacocks are talk of the town
Well word gets around on
Hit Number Stations
He comes radiation
The dog bites the postman while basement eyes dream
Of a night at the drive-in with an AR-15
I dropped my eyeballs in the bonfire, we fucked on a bed of nails
I caught Kuru from your sister and died laughing in jail
Smell those screaming teenage sweetbreads on the 4th of July grill
Smile and wave, boys, kiss the cook
Live laugh and love, please pass the pills
It's only culture, it's only culture
It's only culture, sulfur, smoke, and soot
You learned to torture house cats, like vultures
You cocked and sucked your lack of empathy
Pulled the trigger with your foot to prove you've got
Blood, didn't they want your blood