The scene sets on a Sunday sunset
The axle turns
Dinner table massacre—
rationed plates crash and burn
Placemat assassin—
floral patterns captured her
Walls of gore—
decor of the rogue rebels
Water bed of tears
and decomposed rose petals…

"In the suburb side…
I learned to drive
and you told me
we'll never survive
Grab your mother’s keys
we’re leaving."
Hit the high road for survival
They coming for the thyroid
and a time-warped cyborg
ain’t what I swore to die for
"You always seem so sure..."
That’s 'cause they're hoarding whores!
Selling sold out souls at your local corner stores
"In a suburban war..."
where the POWs are forced to conform to pro cons
and form double you’s
"Standing on the opposite shore..."
The grounds we had to laugh
'til you got tied down
and I surrendered to get you back
"We were already going..."
That’s not true.
"We were already, already going..."
That’s just not true...

"Sometimes I can't believe it
I’m moving past the feeling
Sometimes I can't believe it
I’m moving past the feeling
into the night..."

In suburbia, subservient
where Stepford wives will murder ya
for furniture, Lester Burnham
lest ya burn 'em for the hernia
Copernicus, cook up
the cornucopia of curvatures
Corneas of furnaces
Utopia's for the birds and kids, yet...
"Kids want to be so hard..."
Ain’t that the truth?
"but in my dreams where’s the screaming
Running through the yard..."
Like wild dogs
Snatching kiddies in the park
Bundles of joy in their vile jaws
Smile large, Master Bruce
using privilege to change the world
but the Dark Knight fell
and he aint even save the girl
Couldn’t wait 'til the walls...
"finally fall..."
and there'd be nothing left
to silence the call...
"Nothing at all...
and then nothing."

"Sometimes I can't believe it
I’m moving past the feeling
Sometimes I can't believe it
I’m moving past the feeling
into the night..."

You never gave a fuck...
Flashing passersby
Long before we said our last goodbyes
for the plastic prize
Meaningless valuables
Let’s see if it's salvageable
I’m sick of reproducing
pathetic etiquette in a crowded room
Used to explain
how these snobbish formalities
would just rob us and our future family
of its proudest means,
you used to say...
"So can you understand?—"
and baby girl I feel the same...
"—why I want a daughter while I’m still young...
I want to hold her hand
Show her some beauty
before the damage is done...
But if it's too much to ask,
if it's too much to ask,
then send me a son..."

Rewind, sent a sign
as we caught up in the parking lot
Parlayed 'til the coffin popped
open—the sun rose—
scoping for a coffee pot
In love from the get-go
Princess with a shell toe
Hello, welcome to hell
Let’s find a way out of this hell hole...

"Under the overpass
in the parking lot
we're still waiting
It’s already past
So move your feet
from hot pavement
and into the grass
'Cause it's already past
Already, already past..."
I guess it has...
I guess it has.

"Sometimes I can't believe it
I’m moving past the feeling"
I can't believe it either...
"Sometimes I can't believe it
I’m moving past the feeling"
I can't believe it either.
"Sometimes I can't believe it
I’m moving past the feeling"
I can't believe it either...
"Sometimes I can't believe it
I’m moving past the feeling
again..."

Suburban dystopia, we elope in love…
Suburban dystopia, we elope in love.
Suburban dystopia, we elope in love…
Suburban dystopia, we elope in love.