Suburbicide

It all started out very innocently
You would have given anything to get that girl on her back
But you lied, and you prodded, and you poked, and you cajoled
You bought her a house, but now it’s your tomb
You’re just another face on the block
You’re living behind three locks
You’ve got a wife and two kids
Now your life is on the skids
Got a problem, and it can’t be denied
It’s gonna kill you
Suburbicide
Tired
Broke
Bent
Stroke
You wanna get out, but you can’t end this game
pretty party that never came
Aren’t you too glad that you’ve been had?