suburban smell

Singer:districts, the

there are 16 homes on every street

they all of course lie in the neatest rows

cradling broken homes and dinner prayers

rocking us all to sleep in bones

which one's mine? i can't tell

we're sick of that suburban smell

they look the same

look the same

and all the kids with money laugh

cheering for the retard dance

cheering for a touchdown they laugh

but i am not like them. i am not like them

i'm leaving because i'm sick of watching them

watch the retard dance

there's a party at the rich kid's house

while i get stoned

in basements

mother i am not myself

but i don't laugh and

watch the retard dance

there are so many homes on every street

piling into lines so neat

but i won't

fold into these lives

i'm too drunk on that

suburban smell

to know which one of them is mine

they look the same

look the same

god gave us 16 homes on every street so we all

pray at the dinner table

our sons are strong

and they are able

to laugh and watch

the retard dance

i'm sick of that suburban smell

i'm sick of that suburban smell

Lyric Context: suburban smell - districts, the