Testo suburbia - Two Another

suburbia

All my friends
Hiding behind their white picket fence
On weekends
Their parents drink away their common sense
Suburbia you chewed me up and spat me out
Kicked me to the curb
Won’t fall in that trap
I’m never going back
Dry those tears
A straight-A freshmen never shows his fear
I’ll run away
And won’t be leaving with a souvenir
Suburbia, your clean cut grass
Your catholic guilt, you’re front yard flags
Won’t fall in that trap
I’m never going back
Wasn’t poster-child perfection
I don’t wanna be like other kids
Headed in the wrong direction
I can feel the walls are closing in
I’m dreaming of a new world every night
Yeah, suburbia, I’m leaving you behind
Leaving you
I’m leaving you
I’m leaving you
Suburbia, I’m leaving you behind