ログイン  | 新規登録
歌詞投稿コミュニティ「プチリリ」

TOP > 歌詞 > Suburbia
Suburbia

アーティスト:Butch Walker  アルバム:Left Of Self-Centered 

  • お気に入り登録




Oh well remember the guy who was a football star He had it made with the ladies, but he never got far Five years past, now he's gotten kind of fat Working eight days a week at a Laundromat With his momma and his daddy breathing down his neck About everything he does so much it makes him sick So he sits home alone, with the game on TV, As the crowd goes wild he says, "That coulda been me!" Just another day in suburbia It's a beautiful day in suburbia! Best not let it get the best of you Is it everything you thought it would be? Remember playing games at the rich kid's home? His dad owned a bank, while his mom was alone Everyday with the mailman, the trash man, lawn guy Kid didn't look a damn thing like his dad (I knew why) He grew up got a job making eighty grand a year Had a wife and kid all the guys called a queer But his dad never knew, he was too blind to see He said "Guess it kinda ran in the family!" Just another day in suburbia It's a beautiful day in suburbia Best not let it get the best of you Is it everything you thought it would be? Remember the girl, down the street, with the kids That used to come outside, but she never did Cause she was trying to hide the bruises where her old man beat her Cause he hit her in the face with an old space heater (Ow!) Then he'd come home drunk and tried to force sex on her But he didn't see the fourty-four stuffed in the covers So she waited 'till he came, he lie there naked, Before she blew his head off, she told him she'd been faking All along - so long - for everything you done wrong Here's a bullet, go to hell, 'cause its where you belong!


投稿者: PetitLyrics
プチリリ再生回数:0





日本語English

利用規約プライバシーポリシー許諾情報運営会社お問い合わせヘルプ
© 2024 SyncPower Corporation


Page
Top