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
Kids wanna be so hard
But in my dreams we’re still screamin’ and runnin’ through the yard
And all of the walls that they built in the seventies finally fall
And all of the houses they built in the seventies finally fall
Nothin’ at all, it meant nothin’
Sometimes I can’t believe it
I’m moving past the feeling
Sometimes I can’t believe it
I’m moving past the feeling, and into the night
So can you understand
Why I want a daughter while I’m still young
I want to hold her hand
Show her some beauty, before this damage is done
But if it’s too much to ask, if it’s too much to ask
Then send me a son
Under the overpass
In the parking lot we’re still waiting
It’s already passed
So move your feet from hot pavement and into the grass
’Cause it’s already past
Already, already past
(Already past, already past, already past)
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
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
Again
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
Kids wanna be so hard
But in my dreams we’re still screamin’ and runnin’ through the yard
And all of the walls that they built in the seventies finally fall
And all of the houses they built in the seventies finally fall
Nothin’ at all, it meant nothin’
Sometimes I can’t believe it
I’m moving past the feeling
Sometimes I can’t believe it
I’m moving past the feeling, and into the night
So can you understand
Why I want a daughter while I’m still young
I want to hold her hand
Show her some beauty, before this damage is done
But if it’s too much to ask, if it’s too much to ask
Then send me a son
Under the overpass
In the parking lot we’re still waiting
It’s already passed
So move your feet from hot pavement and into the grass
’Cause it’s already past
Already, already past
(Already past, already past, already past)
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
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
Again
Song name | The Suburbs |
Artist | Mr Little Jeans |
Album | Pocketknife |
Track number | 9 |
Year | 2014 |
Original text by | Arcade Fire |