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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Butch Walker
Guitar
Jim Ebert
Synthesiser
Greg Lee
Bass Guitar
Chrystina Lloree
Vocals
Kenny Cresswell
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Butch Walker
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Butch Walker
Producer
Ari Newman
Assistant Engineer
John Briglevidge
Assistant Engineer
Jim Ebert
Additional Producer
Russ-T Cobb
Assistant Engineer
David Bianco
Mixing Engineer
Brian Paturalski
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
Oh well remember the guy who was a football star
He had it made with the ladies, but he never got far
Five years past, now he's gotten kind of fat
Working eight days a week at a Laundromat
With his momma and his daddy breathing down his neck
About everything he does so much it makes him sick
So he sits home alone, with the game on TV,
As the crowd goes wild he says, "That coulda been me!"
Just another day in suburbia
It's a beautiful day in suburbia!
Best not let it get the best of you
Is it everything you thought it would be?
Remember playing games at the rich kid's home?
His dad owned a bank, while his mom was alone
Everyday with the mailman, the trash man, lawn guy
Kid didn't look a damn thing like his dad (I knew why)
He grew up got a job making eighty grand a year
Had a wife and kid all the guys called a queer
But his dad never knew, he was too blind to see
He said "Guess it kinda ran in the family!"
Just another day in suburbia
It's a beautiful day in suburbia
Best not let it get the best of you
Is it everything you thought it would be?
Remember the girl, down the street, with the kids
That used to come outside, but she never did
Cause she was trying to hide the bruises where her old man beat her
Cause he hit her in the face with an old space heater (Ow!)
Then he'd come home drunk and tried to force sex on her
But he didn't see the fourty-four stuffed in the covers
So she waited 'till he came, he lie there naked,
Before she blew his head off, she told him she'd been faking
All along - so long - for everything you done wrong
Here's a bullet, go to hell, 'cause its where you belong!
Just another day in suburbia
It's a beautiful day in suburbia
Best not let it get the best of you
Is it everything you thought it would be
Just another day in suburbia
Yeah this is how we're living in suburbia
Best not let it get the best of you
Is it everything you want it to be
No one understands it, no one comprehends it
I Guess you had to be there, from the outside looking in
So I put my Outkast record on, turn up the volume cause I'm all alone!
And scream away (yeaaaah!)
Remember the cutest couple in the world
You know he was the punk and she was daddy's little girl
And graduation came and she wanted him to stay
But he had bigger better dreams waiting out in LA
She cried and he cried as the plane flew away
She never ever wanted it to end this way
Two years later she reads in the news
He'd gone on to be a big star but nobody knew
Cause he changed up his name but his heart stayed the same
Cause every song he wrote was about her he claimed
But he never got to tell her cause he died that year
From all of the coke, and the pills, and the beer
And the whole world cried, but just or one day...
Cause sooner or later.the pain goes away!
Just another day in suburbia
It's a beautiful day in suburbia
Best not let it get the best of you
Is it everything you thought it would be?
Just another day in suburbia
Yeah this is how we're living in suburbia
Best not let it get the best of you
Is it everything you want it to be.
Writer(s): Butch Walker
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