Lyrics

?Suburbia?
Words & Music © 2002 Henry E. Harris III


We traded our swords in for six-guns
Traded our six-guns in for cell phones
We?ve become figurehead warriors
Fighting over paper clips and suburban homes
We watch the stock market, like we used to pray for rain
After all -- money means everything
My God look how pathetic we?ve become
Pencil pushers and soccer moms

Chorus:
We?re too blind to see the writing
Scribbled on the wall
We don?t even realize we?ve sold out
Would we even care at all
Lay your heads down in the sand
And lull yourselves to sleep
In the morning you?ll wake up
With the paper at your feet
For the king of chaotica
God bless suburbia

No more coffee and cigarettes for breakfast
Now it?s tofu and goat cheese omelets
Whatever happened to our dreams and endless highways
We traded them in on more lucrative ways
Gone our morals and our ideals
We cashed them in on some more affordable wheels

Chorus:
We?re to blind to see the writing
Scribbled on the wall
We don?t even realize we?ve sold out
Would we even care at all
Lay your heads down in the sand
And lull yourselves to sleep
In the morning you?ll wake up
With the paper at your feet
For the king of chaotica
God bless suburbia




Bridge:
Never thought we?d end up here
Out of focus so unclear
I never thought we?d end up here
Swallowing our pride with humble pie
And washing it down with imported beer.

Solo:

Chorus:
We?re too blind to see the writing
Scribbled on the wall
We don?t even realize we?ve sold out
Would we even care at all
Lay your heads down in the sand
And lull yourselves to sleep
And tomorrow you?ll wake up with the paper at your feet
For the king of chaotica
God bless suburbia... Tonight