Suburban Proletariat Blues

We work our fingers to the fucking bone

In the hopes we might afford a home

Fall in love and build a life worth living

And just once not feel like disaster's looming

On the horizon if we make one wrong move

They get you coming and they get you going

And they get you when you stand still too

We work ourselves to fucking death

Because we're taught it's all we should expect

We pay our taxes to maintain a structure

That doesn't care how much we suffer

We work so hard for just a little more money

When what we need is a lot more community

What we need is a lot more community

What we need is some fucking community

Community

What we need

Is some real community