Tekster: The Uninvited. Suburbia.

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Mr. Brown's a plastic surgeon
And he drives a Ford Excursion
And his wife is just as manicured as his lawn
Breast enhancement, nose reduction
Fifty pounds of liposuction
Now I know where the cheerleaders go
When the football games are gone

Can't you see, you and me
Living there, being free?

Everyday is a beautiful day
Because we all look and act the same way
Don't make waves, stay the course
Mom and dad will soon divorce
We'll be separate but together
In the artificial weather
Of Suburbia
Couldn't we be happy?
In Suburbia
Couldn't we be happy?

Mrs. Green's a closet sadist
But her golf clubs are the latest
And her kids are Honor Students, so they say
But her sons are both assailants
And her daughter puffs inhalants
But no one knows it in the PTA

Can't you see, you and me
Living there, being free?

Everyday is a beautiful day
Because we all look and act the same way
Don't make waves, stay the course
Mom and dad will soon divorce
We'll be separate but together
In the artificial weather
Of Suburbia
Couldn't we be happy?
In Suburbia
Couldn't we be happy?

We could all be alcoholics, wouldn't that be cool?
Sunday we could be good Catholics
Monday we'll bring guns to school
Isn't that what they mean
When they talk about the American Dream?

Everyday is a beautiful day
Because we all look and act the same way
Don't make waves, stay the course
Mom and dad will soon divorce
We'll be separate but together
In the artificial weather
Of Suburbia
Couldn't we be happy?
In Suburbia
Couldn't we be happy?
Couldn't we be happy there?