My Old Suburban Home

The high school girls are dressed like whores
Through the mall they roam
They got no use for discount stores
In my old suburban home

They drink their frothy coffee drinks
Lattes topped with foam
The streets are clean but something stinks
In my old suburban home

In my old suburban home
The streets are clean but something stinks
In my old suburban home

Meet me at the mega-church
With the gold cross on the dome
Money buys a lofty perch
In my old suburban home

And if you're looking for diversity
Better use a fine tooth comb
There are no minorities
In my old suburban home

In my old suburban home
There are no minorities
In my old suburban home

But there's lots of shopping opportunities
Gates surrounding our communities
No one seems to be having too much fun
So there's anti-depressants for everyone

And everyone's Republican
It's in our chromosomes
We're looking out for number one
In my old suburban home

It's kind of boring, kind of bland
Kind of monochrome
The Lord has touched us with His hand
In my old suburban home

In my old suburban home
The Lord has touched us with His hand
In my old suburban home

Everybody sing!
In my old suburban home
The Lord has touched us with His hand
In my old suburban home