Tony Baloni Posted July 10, 2010 Report Share Posted July 10, 2010 What do you say, to the heretics of suburbia Who call to your soul, but you shun them in fear of a bourgeoisie curbstomp What do you say? Wait by window tonight and weâ€™ll slip away Why are we still here? With our fear of decay and decay in our fear How could this be so hard? Start a band, hatch a plan, and escape through the backyard Iâ€™ll die if I leave, but Iâ€™ll only grieve if I stay, where Boredom depletes you, and Laughter defeats you, and Love is just something you say Leptons and gluons in celibate hard-ons, who say that itâ€™s hard to pay due, but they do what they can, to afford their McMansions and one-story ranches in neighborhood flavored with neighbors who savor the bland What can you say? Meet me tonight down the street and weâ€™ll run away What would you say, if I said babe the cars runnin, letâ€™s leave today cause we may die if we leave, but weâ€™ll only grieve if we stay, where Boredom depletes you, and Laughter defeats you, and Love is just something you say What would you say, if I said Pack your bags darling, weâ€™re leavin today from where Boredom depletes you, and Laughter defeats you, and Love is just something you say What do you say to the heretics of suburbia, who call to your soul Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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