Love In Suburbia

Lacing my shoes In the standard bar way Nothing left loose Gone are the days In the heat of the night The girls walk in twos Drawn to the light And too polite to refuse Refuse Spilling my blood On the steps of my church Where I knelt as a kid By the old pulpit But it don't seem to hurt John, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up! We're at war again! And I've been stuck on the roadside For old times sake with a terrible friend But if you can play Then you're part of the game Love in suburbia, love in suburbia Love in suburbia, love in suburbia Love in suburbia, love in suburbia Love in suburbia We should all just go home (Love in suburbia) The kids don't care 'Cause they're too young to die Too old to moan for it Too young to vote for it Too old to cry God, is it always like this? Is it always so grim? Is it only the beautiful Only the suitably damned who fit in? But if you can play Then your part of the game Love in suburbia, love in suburbia Love in suburbia, love in suburbia Love in suburbia, love in suburbia Love in suburbia, love in suburbia Love in suburbia, love in suburbia Love in suburbia, love in suburbia Love in suburbia, love in suburbia Love in suburbia, love in suburbia Love in suburbia, in suburbia In suburbia, in suburbia Love in suburbia, in suburbia In suburbia