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Suburbia
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Butch Walker
Butch Walker
Guitar
Jim Ebert
Jim Ebert
Synthesiser
Greg Lee
Greg Lee
Bass Guitar
Chrystina Lloree
Chrystina Lloree
Vocals
Kenny Cresswell
Kenny Cresswell
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Butch Walker
Butch Walker
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Butch Walker
Butch Walker
Producer
Ari Newman
Ari Newman
Assistant Engineer
John Briglevidge
John Briglevidge
Assistant Engineer
Jim Ebert
Jim Ebert
Additional Producer
Russ-T Cobb
Russ-T Cobb
Assistant Engineer
David Bianco
David Bianco
Mixing Engineer
Brian Paturalski
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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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