Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Two Another
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eliot Porter
Songwriter
Angus Campbell
Songwriter
Hal Hudson
Songwriter
John Calvert
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Two Another
Producer
John Calvert
Producer
Lyrics
All my friends, hiding behind their white picket fence
On weekends, the parents drink away their common sense
Suburbia, you chewed me up
And spat me out, kicked me to the curb
Wont falling that trap
I'm never going back
So dry those tears, a straight A freshman
Never shows his fear
I'll run away, and wont be leaving With a
Souvenir Suburbia your clean cut grass
You're Catholic guilt and
You front your flags
Won't fall in that trap
I'm never going back
Wasn't poster child perfection
Didn't wanna be like other kids
Headed in the wrong direction
I can see the walls are closing in
I'm dreaming of a new world every night
Yeah, suburbia, I'm leaving you behind
I'm leaving you
I'm leaving you
I'm leaving you
Suburbia, I'm leaving you behind
Written by: Angus Campbell, Eliot Porter, Hal Hudson, John Calvert