Will Wood - Suburbia Overture / Greetings from Mary Bell Township! / (Vampire) lyrics

Do-wop, ba, do-wop, ba, do-wop, ba, do
Ba ba ba do-wop, ba, do-wop, ba, do-wop, ba
Good morning!

White picket fences barbed wire and trenches
Trick or treat, merry Christmas
Howdy neighbor, thank you Jesus
Oh, what is he building in that painted lady?
A participation trophy wife or blonde
 blue-eyed baby? Wide-eyed and wired
The snap-crackle-pop of the Geiger
Camouflage billboards for lead-lined
Brooks Brothers you elbow the jukebox and
Sing "Duck and Cover"
And breed out our incisors
Feed on white wine and Pfizer
It don’t look like survival
B-but buy now or die

Suburbia you’re not alone
The lights are on but no one’s home


So, welcome home

Myers-Briggs, OKULTRA
Takes a village to fake a whole culture
Your ear to the playground
Your eye on the ball
Your head in the gutter
Your brains on the wall oh well
Home is where the heart is
You ain’t homeless, but you’re heartless
It’s the safest on the market
But you still gotta watch where you park it

So give me your half-life crisis
I can tell that you know where paradise is
Where parasites don’t care what
Your blood type is
Only pheromones and serotonin decide
If it's true that a snowflake
Only matters in a blizzard
Everyone knows that nobody knows that
Everybody’s all up in my
Everybody’s all up in my
Everybody’s all up in my business

Suburbia where you belong
The lights are on but no one’s home
So, welcome home

Ch-ch-chameleon peacocks are talk of the town
Well, word gets around on hit number stations
He cums radiation the dog bites the postman
While basement eyes dream
Of a night at the drive-in with an AR-15

I dropped my eyeballs in the bonfire
We fucked on a bed of nails
I caught Kuru from your sister
And died laughing in jail
Smell those screaming teenage sweetbreads on
The 4th of July grill
Smile and wave, boys, kiss the
Cook, live laugh and love
Please pass the pills

It’s only culture, it’s only culture
It’s only culture, sulfur, smoke, and soot
You learned to torture house
Cats like vultures
You cocked and sucked your lack of empathy
Pulled the trigger with your foot
To prove you’ve got

Blood, didn’t they want your blood?
So why apologize for being blue and cold?
Blood, didn’t they want your blood?
So don’t apologize for being blue and cold

It’s only culture, it’s only culture
It’s only ah, ah, ah, ah
Culture’s not your friend
Hey, fuck your culture
I ain’t got no culture it’s only culture
And it's more afraid of you
Than you are of it go on, drink that

Blood, didn’t they want your blood?
So why apologize when you turn blue and cold?
Blood, didn’t they want your blood?
So don’t apologize for being blue and cold

Were you Nabokov to a Salinger?
Jung to Freud or Dass to a Leary?
Were you mother, daughter, subject
And author? You don’t make the rules
You just write them down and do it
By the book you throw around

Do you know the difference between
Blazing trails and slash-and-burn?
Going against the grain
And catching splinters?
You pull out your Rorschach like
A paint-by-numbers treasure map
The ink upon your jigsaw piece trace
You back to your fingerprints
Well Lot he had his lot in life, Job
His job and I guess you'll too, will die
The Lord looked down, said, "Hey
You’re only mortal"
Giveth and taketh away ‘til things
Come out a certain way
Leave you wondering when they might
Go back to normal

Leave you wondering why they can’t
Have just been normal