Kai Straw, Mr Little Jeans - The Suburbs (Mr. Little Jeans/Arcade Fire Remix) lyrics
[Kai Straw, Mr Little Jeans - The Suburbs Mr. Little Jeans/Arcade Fire Remix lyrics]
I remember when mom got two jobs
And my brother became my father
'Cause dad was gone most of the
Time, I guess we'll raise ourselves
Don't copy my brother to be a man
Copy motherfucking Peter Pan
Whatever male figure comes in my life
I'll pretend they are my motherfucking dad
But I've been drinking with friends
Or smoking, whatever, depends
I'm suburban, nothing threatens me
But my parents
And they're not around my house
They closed on me, crackers for every meal
And that habit will stick to my 20s
Reminding me of, what no one taught me
And then there was god
Who was watching me constant
Some of us told that made me self-conscious
Made me feel bad for wanting to fuck
Already had the kind of sexual thought
Since I was young it fucked me up
My friends started calling me faggot
I fucking hated it
They pounded that shit in my brain
And it stayed in it
Funny what happens when so young
Can poison the mind for so long
Yelling 'suburban' sipping on bourbon
Speaking with wisdom that we
Hadn't earned yet who the fuck were we
Who the fuck was I
I remember the sound of my
Skateboard on the pavement
The sun down, almost there was a purple haze
Cross the rolling hills
The night was coming soon
The air against my face
Was purifying, soothing
And then there were moments
Where the world seemed like we owned it
Like it spun for us alone, around our homes
Around those cul-de-sacs
When we drove our dads car
Cross that lonely mass of boxes
Holding broken homes
Looking like some fucked up 50s ad
I see the mom is blonde she dyed it that
Embarrassed if they were, two kids
There was probably a miscarriage
And if the, dad is smiling behind his eyes
He just isn't there
Cause all he thinks is that he
Can't provide for his fucking family
With a lower-middle class bitch
The consuming masses
Advertise to me bastards i can take it
I've been fucked my whole
Life by you bastards
I'm a child without culture
Without tradition I'm only
A collage of the too
Much information I absorb
I'm food for the core
Community college was or
Whatever needs mindless employment
I'm suburban
In the Suburbs I i learned to drive
And you told me we'd never survive
Grab your mother's keys, we're leaving
You always seemed so sure
That one day we'd be fightin'
In the suburban war
Your part of town against mine
I saw you standing on The opposite shore
But by the time the first bombs
Fell we were already bored we were
Already already
Bored
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm moving past the feeling
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm moving past the feeling, again
And my brother became my father
'Cause dad was gone most of the
Time, I guess we'll raise ourselves
Don't copy my brother to be a man
Copy motherfucking Peter Pan
Whatever male figure comes in my life
I'll pretend they are my motherfucking dad
But I've been drinking with friends
Or smoking, whatever, depends
I'm suburban, nothing threatens me
But my parents
And they're not around my house
They closed on me, crackers for every meal
And that habit will stick to my 20s
Reminding me of, what no one taught me
And then there was god
Who was watching me constant
Some of us told that made me self-conscious
Made me feel bad for wanting to fuck
Already had the kind of sexual thought
Since I was young it fucked me up
My friends started calling me faggot
I fucking hated it
They pounded that shit in my brain
And it stayed in it
Funny what happens when so young
Can poison the mind for so long
Yelling 'suburban' sipping on bourbon
Speaking with wisdom that we
Hadn't earned yet who the fuck were we
Who the fuck was I
I remember the sound of my
Skateboard on the pavement
The sun down, almost there was a purple haze
Cross the rolling hills
The night was coming soon
The air against my face
Was purifying, soothing
And then there were moments
Where the world seemed like we owned it
Like it spun for us alone, around our homes
Around those cul-de-sacs
When we drove our dads car
Cross that lonely mass of boxes
Holding broken homes
Looking like some fucked up 50s ad
I see the mom is blonde she dyed it that
Embarrassed if they were, two kids
There was probably a miscarriage
And if the, dad is smiling behind his eyes
He just isn't there
Cause all he thinks is that he
Can't provide for his fucking family
With a lower-middle class bitch
The consuming masses
Advertise to me bastards i can take it
I've been fucked my whole
Life by you bastards
I'm a child without culture
Without tradition I'm only
A collage of the too
Much information I absorb
I'm food for the core
Community college was or
Whatever needs mindless employment
I'm suburban
In the Suburbs I i learned to drive
And you told me we'd never survive
Grab your mother's keys, we're leaving
You always seemed so sure
That one day we'd be fightin'
In the suburban war
Your part of town against mine
I saw you standing on The opposite shore
But by the time the first bombs
Fell we were already bored we were
Already already
Bored
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm moving past the feeling
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm moving past the feeling, again