Suburbia Overture / Greetings from Mary Bell Township! / (Vampire) Culture / Love Me, Normally (Explicit)-Will Wood

Suburbia Overture / Greetings from Mary Bell Township! / (Vampire) Culture / Love Me, Normally (Explicit)

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时间:2020-07-10

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Suburbia Overture /

Greetings from Mary Bell

Township! / (Vampire)

Culture / Love Me, Normally-Will Wood

White picket fences

Barbed wire and trenches

Trick or treat. Merry Christmas Howdy neighbor. Thank you Jesus What is he building in that painted lady A participation trophy wife or blonde, blue-eyed baby

Wide-eyed and wired

The snap-crackle-pop of the Geiger Camouflage billboards for lead-lined

Brooks Brothers

You elbow the jukebox and sing"Duck and

Cover"

And breed out our incisors, feed on white wine and Pfizer

It don't look like survival, but buy now or die

Suburbia

You're not alone

The lights are on

But no one's home

So, welcome home Meyers-Briggs, OK-ULTRA

Takes a village to fake a whole culture

Your ear to the playground, your eye on the ball

Your head in the gutter, your brains on the wall

Home is where the heart is

You ain't homeless, but you're heartless

It's the safest on the market

But you still gotta watch where you park it

So give me your half-life crisis

I can tell that you know where paradise is

Where parasites don't care what your blood type is

Only pheromones and serotonin decide

If it's true that a snowflake only matters in a blizzard

Everyone knows that nobody knows that Everybody's all up in my, everybody's all up in my

Everybody's all up in my business

Suburbia

Where you belong

The lights are on But no one's home

So, welcome home

Chameleon peacocks are talk of the town

Well word gets around on

Hit Number Stations

He comes radiation

The dog bites the postman while basement eyes dream

Of a night at the drive-in with an AR-15 I dropped my eyeballs in the bonfire, we ****ed on a bed of nails

I caught Kuru from your sister and died laughing in jail

Smell those screaming teenage sweetbreads on the 4th of July grill

Smile and wave, boys. Kiss the cook Live laugh and love. Please pass the pills It's only culture. It's only culture

It's only culture - sulfur, smoke, and soot You learned to torture house cats. Like vUltures

You cocked and sucked your lack of empathy

Pulled the trigger with your foot to prove you've got Blood.

Didn't they want your blood

So why apologize for being blue and cold

Blood. Didn't they want your blood

So don't apologize for being blue and cold

It's only culture. It's only culture. It's only

Culture's not your friend

Hey, f*ck your culture. I ain't got no culture It's only culture, and it's more afraid of you than you are of it Go on, drink that

Blood. Didn't they want your blood

So why apologize when you turn blue and cold

Blood. Didn't they want your blood

So don't apologize for being blue and cold

Were you Nabokov to a Salinger

Were you Jung to Freud or Dass to a Leary Were you mother, daughter, subject, and author

You don't make the rules, you just write them down and

Do it by the book you throw around

Do you know the difference between blazing trails and slash-and-burn

Going against the grain and catching splinters

You pull out your Rorschach like a paint-by-numbers treasure map

The ink upon on your jigsaw piece traces you back to your fingerprints

Well Lot he had his lot in life, Job his job and I guess you'll too, and die

The Lord looked down, said,"hey, you're only mortal"

Giveth and taketh away 'till things come out a certain way

Leave you wondering when they might go back to normal

Leave you wondering why they can't have just been normal

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