Sprawling on the fringes of the city In geometric order, an insulated border Inbetween the bright lights and The far unlit unknown...
Well growing up it all seems so one-sided, Opinions all provided, the future predecided, Detached and subdivided in The mass production zone...
Nowhere is the dreamer or the misfit so alone...
Subdivisions- In the high-school halls, in the shopping malls, Conform or be cast out.... Subdivisions- In the basement bars, in the backs of cars, Be cool, or be cast out...
Any escape might help to smooth The unattractive truth, but the suburbs Have no charms to soothe The restless dreams of youth...
Drawn like moths, we drift into the city, The timeless old attraction, cruising for the action, Lit up like a firefly Just to feel the living night...
Well some will sell their dreams for small desires, And lose the race to rats, get caught in ticking traps, And start to dream of somewhere to Relax their restless flight...
Somewhere out of memory, of lighted streets on quiet nights...
Subdivisions- In the high-school halls, in the shopping malls, Conform or be cast out.... Subdivisions- In the basement bars, in the backs of cars, Be cool, or be cast out...
Any escape might help to smooth The unattractive truth, but the suburbs Have no charms to soothe The restless dreams of youth...