City dwellers, urban blight, gotta flee into the night
Tract housing sprawl, mowing lawns, barbeques,
Look! We’re suburban pawns.

City kind of lets you know what it wants to do.
No mistakes, down and dirty, little gritty, too.
The Mrs. always had inside a funny little dream.
Sunshine, garden, picket fence, so simple it would seem.
Clean air to breathe, a place to swim, room for kids to grow…
We scrimped and saved then up and moved, so little did we know.

City dwellers, urban blight, gotta flee into the night
Tract housing sprawl, mowing lawns, barbeques,
Look! We’re suburban pawns.

Attitudes and platitudes never seem to stop
From people you don’t even know. All want to be on top.
Social climbing, rat racing, try to make amends
All of this amongst the people , HA, they call you “friends”!
Clean air to breathe, a place to swim, room for kids to grow…
We scrimped and saved then up and moved, so little did we know.

Don’t barbeque much anymore, neighbors moved away.
We sit and stare at each other, nothing much to say.
We social climbed and raced the rats, but to no avail.
Two kids in college, dog has died, one kid wound up in jail.
We breathed clean air and swam in place, kids had room to grow,
Can’t scrip, the 2nd mortgage’s due, so little did we know.
City dwellers, urban light, why did we flee into the night?
Tract housing sprawl, burned out lawns, no barbeques
We’re suburban pawns.

Lyrics © LMJ3/Steampunkfunk Bizarre