Will Wood – Suburbia Overture - Greetings From Mary Bell Township - Vampire Culture - Love Me Normally (Guitar)

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     Do-wop, ba, do-wop, ba, do-wop, ba, do, ba-ba-ba

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Do-wop, ba, do-wop, ba, do-wop, ba...

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White picket fences

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Barbed wire and trenches

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Trick or treat, merry Christmas

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Howdy neighbor, thank you Jesus

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Oh, what is he building in that painted lady?

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A participation-trophy-wife or blonde, blue-eyed baby?

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Wide-eyed and wired, the snap-crackle-pop of the Geiger

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Camouflage billboards for lead-lined Brooks Brothers

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You elbow the jukebox and sing "Duck and Cover"

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And breed out our incisors, feed on white wine and Pfizer

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It don't look like survival, b-but buy now or die

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Suburbia--a--a--a

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You're not alo--o--o--ne

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The lights are o--o--o--on

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But no one's home

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So, welcome home

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Myers-Briggs, OKULTRA

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Takes a village to fake a whole culture

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Your ear to the playground, your eye on the ball

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Your head in the gutter, your brains on the wall

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Oh well, Home is where the heart is

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You ain't homeless, but you're heartless

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It's the safest on the market

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But you still gotta watch where you park it

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So give me your half-life crisis

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I can tell that you know where paradise is

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Where parasites don't care what your blood type is

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Only pheromones and serotonin decide

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If it's true that a snowflake only matters in a blizzard

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Everyone knows that nobody knows that

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Everybody's all up in my, everybody's all up in my

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Everybody's all up in my business

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Suburbia--a--a--a

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Where you belo--o--o--ng

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The lights are o--o--o--on

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But no one's home

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So, welcome home

[Bridge]
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Ch-ch-chameleon peacocks are talk of the town

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Well, word gets around on hit number stations

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He cums radiation

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The dog bites the postman while basement eyes dream

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Of a night at the drive-in with an AR-15

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I dropped my eyeballs in the bonfire, we fucked on a bed of nails

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I caught Kuru from your sister and died laughing in jail

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Smell those screaming teenage sweetbreads on the 4th of July grill

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Smile and wave, boys, kiss the cook, live laugh and love, please pass the pills

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It's only culture, it's only culture

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It's only cu--u--ulture, sulfur, smoke, and soot

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You learned to torture house cats like vultures

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You cocked and sucked your lack of empathy,

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Blood, didn't they want your blood?

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So why apologize for being blue and cold?

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Blood, didn't they want your blood?

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So don't apologize for being blue and cold

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It's only culture, it's only culture

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It's only ah, ah, ah, ah

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Hey, fuck your culture, I ain't got no culture

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It's only culture, and it's more afraid of you than you are of it

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Go on, drink that-

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Blood, didn't they want your blood?

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So why apologize when you turn blue and cold?

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Blood, didn't they want your blood?

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So don't apologize for being blue and cold

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Were you Nabokov to a Salinger?

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Jung to Freud or Dass to a Leary?

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Were you mother, daughter, subject, and author?

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You don't make the rules, you just write them down and do it by the book you throw around

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Do you know the difference between blazing trails and slash-and-burn?

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Going against the grain and catching splinters?

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You pull out your Rorschach like a paint-by-numbers treasure map

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The ink upon your jigsaw piece trace you back to your fingerprints

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Well Lot he had his lot in life, Job his job and I guess you'll too, will die

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The Lord looked down, said, "Hey, you're only mortal"

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Giveth and taketh away 'til things come out a certain way

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Leave you wondering when they might go back to normal

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Leave you wondering why they can't have just been normal...