Lace up my shoes and we'll stand at my way
Nothing left loose, gone are the days
In the heat of the night, the girls walk in two's
Drawn to the light, I'm too polite to refuse, refuse
Love in suburbia, love in suburbia
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Love in suburbia
Spilling my blood on the steps of my church
Where I knelt as a kid by the wood pulpit, it don't seem to hurt
John, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, we're at war again
And I've been stuck on the roadside
Four times saved with a terrible friend
But if you can play, then you're part of the game
Love in suburbia, love in suburbia
Love in suburbia, love in suburbia
Love in suburbia, love in suburbia
Love in suburbia, we're too old to go home
Love in suburbia
Kids don't care 'cause they're too young to die
Too old to mourn for and too young to fall for and too old to cry
God, is it always like this? Is it always so grim?
Is it only the beautiful, only the suited, the damned who fit in?
But if you can play, then you're part of the game
Love in suburbia, love in suburbia
Love in suburbia, love in suburbia
Love in suburbia, love in suburbia
Love in suburbia, love in suburbia (Oh, yeah)
Love in suburbia, love in suburbia (Oh, yeah)
Love in suburbia, love in suburbia (Oh, yeah)
Love in suburbia, love in suburbia (Oh, yeah)
Love in suburbia, love in suburbia (Oh, yeah)
Love in suburbia, love in suburbia (Oh, yeah)
Love in suburbia, in suburbia
In suburbia, in suburbia
Love in suburbia, in suburbia
In suburbia
