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 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
