Suburban Hell
I see the young folks give me the side-eye
As if being old is a crime
When I was your age-no mailbox was safe
The one at the end of my driveway is a lie
Someone call the police, I've tried
I feel like I'm buried alive
Light my cigarette and let the match fly
So, let's burn this house down
Last dance in a fading ghost town
Life fast, die fun
Burning in suburban hell
If tonight is our last night
We're gonna fuck shit up, right
Live fast, die fun
Burning in suburban hell
Late night we're creeping
Call it a drive-by
Paint your car a shade of eggshell white
One hundred miles an hour through the neighborhood
I must be dreaming overtime
'Cause you know that I've been in bed since 9
Someone call the police, I've tried
I feel like I'm buried alive
Light my cigarette and let the match fly
So, let's burn this house down
Last dance in a fading ghost town
Life fast, die fun
Burning in suburban hell
If tonight is our last night
We're gonna fuck shit up, right
Live fast, die fun
Burning in suburban hell
Oh, come on
So, let's burn this house down
Last dance in a fading ghost town
Life fast, die fun
Burning in suburban hell
Live fast, die fun, burning in suburban hell
If tonight is our last night
We're gonna fuck shit up, right
Live fast, die fun
Burning in suburban hell
Kick it
As if being old is a crime
When I was your age-no mailbox was safe
The one at the end of my driveway is a lie
Someone call the police, I've tried
I feel like I'm buried alive
Light my cigarette and let the match fly
So, let's burn this house down
Last dance in a fading ghost town
Life fast, die fun
Burning in suburban hell
If tonight is our last night
We're gonna fuck shit up, right
Live fast, die fun
Burning in suburban hell
Late night we're creeping
Call it a drive-by
Paint your car a shade of eggshell white
One hundred miles an hour through the neighborhood
I must be dreaming overtime
'Cause you know that I've been in bed since 9
Someone call the police, I've tried
I feel like I'm buried alive
Light my cigarette and let the match fly
So, let's burn this house down
Last dance in a fading ghost town
Life fast, die fun
Burning in suburban hell
If tonight is our last night
We're gonna fuck shit up, right
Live fast, die fun
Burning in suburban hell
Oh, come on
So, let's burn this house down
Last dance in a fading ghost town
Life fast, die fun
Burning in suburban hell
Live fast, die fun, burning in suburban hell
If tonight is our last night
We're gonna fuck shit up, right
Live fast, die fun
Burning in suburban hell
Kick it
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Writer(s): Nickolas Emacio
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