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

Good morning!

White picket fences

Barbed wire and trenches

Trick or treat

Merry Christmas

Howdy neighbor

Thank you Jesus!

Oh, 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, b-but buy now or die!

Suburbia!

You're not alone!

The lights are on

But no one's home!

So, welcome home!

Myers-Briggs, OKULTRA

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, oh well

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 cums 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 fucked 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 cul-ul-ul-ulture

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 agh, agh, agh, agh!

Culture's not your friend

Hey, fuck your culture!

I ain't got no culture!

It's only culture, and it's more afraid of you than you are of it

C'mon, 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 and 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