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Life In Suburbia
Life In Suburbia
In a town with no name
The houses all look the same
You’re subdued
No one notices you
Tired of living in quiet desperation
You shout but no one seems to hear
You do the same things Year after year
You ask yourself “How did I get here“?
You ask yourself “My God what have I done”?
If this is not a bad dream,
When I open my mouth to scream
I`m gonna stick a gun..
You tell yourself
Those aren’t my bratty kids
This is not my frumpy wife
This is not my loser life
You remember
Once upon a time you use to be a man
Now you’re dropping off kids at school a mini van
And take your showers with your dick in your hand
brazzoli 9/4/11
In a town with no name
The houses all look the same
You’re subdued
No one notices you
Tired of living in quiet desperation
You shout but no one seems to hear
You do the same things Year after year
You ask yourself “How did I get here“?
You ask yourself “My God what have I done”?
If this is not a bad dream,
When I open my mouth to scream
I`m gonna stick a gun..
You tell yourself
Those aren’t my bratty kids
This is not my frumpy wife
This is not my loser life
You remember
Once upon a time you use to be a man
Now you’re dropping off kids at school a mini van
And take your showers with your dick in your hand
brazzoli 9/4/11
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