If anyone wants to sing along heres the lyrics 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 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 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, 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 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
The funny urge to learn this even though I never really played the Piano before (I did drums so I can read the sheet music fairly well, but not some of the piano things in there)
