Love In Suburbia

Lacin' my shoes in the standard bar way

And nothin' 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

It's streamin' my blood, only set to my touch

When I left as kid, bite wound could bleed, it don't seem to hurt

John, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, we're at war again

And I'd be stuck on the roadside, full time saint with a terrible friend

But if you can play, then you're part of the game

The 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!)

And kids don't care 'cause they're too young to die

Too old to mourn for you, too young to fall for you

Too old to cry

God, is it always like this? Is it always so grim?

Is it only the beautiful, only the suit that we're damned to fit in?

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, 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