Suburban Lifestyle Dream

Gentle touch, proper tie You tell your friends, you love your life Truth is you just want to scream There's a mountain you can't climb Trying not to fuck it up Down in the streets Of Portugal, Portugal Trying not to fuck it up Down in the streets Of Portugal, Portugal Uh they say it's not a concern But boy you know it's trouble Your youth is gone under a stone Your golden days to rubble The clock is on Those days are gone You feel your pulse You feel it's gone You're made of stone You stupid fool You lost your song Forgot your rule No tears to shed No songs of joy Your mask is worn Your days are void You feel unwell You feel so tired You want to yell You're dead inside Down every bone You feel like a bomb You're screaming your tongue You're about to explode No one's feeling your distress Made out of regrets Living for recess Baby you're dep(ressed) Down every bone You feel like a bomb You're screaming your tongue You're about to explode There's gotta be more There's gotta be more There's gotta be more Trying not to fuck it up Down in the streets Of Portugal, Portugal Trying not to fuck it up Down in the streets Of Portugal, Portugal Trying not to fuck it up Down in the streets Of Portugal, Portugal Trying not to fuck it up Down in the streets Portugal, Portugal