The Suburbs

• Mr Little Jeans
• Pocketknife

In the suburbs I

I learned to drive

And you told me we’d never survive

Grab your mother’s keys, we’re leaving

You always seemed so sure

That one day we’d be fightin’ in the suburban war

Your part of town against mine

I saw you standing on the opposite shore

But by the time the first bombs fell we were already bored

We were already, already bored

Sometimes I can’t believe it

I’m moving past the feeling

Sometimes I can’t believe it

I’m moving past the feeling, again

Kids wanna be so hard

But in my dreams we’re still screamin’ and runnin’ through the yard

And all of the walls that they built in the seventies finally fall

And all of the houses they built in the seventies finally fall

Nothin’ at all, it meant nothin’

Sometimes I can’t believe it

I’m moving past the feeling

Sometimes I can’t believe it

I’m moving past the feeling, and into the night

So can you understand

Why I want a daughter while I’m still young

I want to hold her hand

Show her some beauty, before this damage is done

But if it’s too much to ask, if it’s too much to ask

Then send me a son

Under the overpass

In the parking lot we’re still waiting

It’s already passed

So move your feet from hot pavement and into the grass

‘Cause it’s already past

Already, already past

(Already past, already past, already past)

Again