"Blue Velvet" Reboot Starring Tom Waits (Suburbia Overture 2024 Edit)
Good morning!
White picket fences
Barbed wire and trenches
Trick or treat
Merry Christmas
Howdy, neighbor
Thank you, Jesus
Oh, what is he building in that painted lady?
A participation trophy wife or blonde, blue-eyed baby?
Wide-eyed and wired
The snap-crackle-pop of the Geiger
Camouflage billboards for lead-lined Brooks Brothers
You elbow the jukebox and sing "Duck and Cover"
And breed out our incisors, feed on white wine and Pfizer
It don't look like survival, b-but buy now or die
Suburbia
You're not alone
The lights are on
But no one's home
So, welcome home
Myers-Briggs, OKULTRA
Takes a village to fake a whole culture
Your ear to the playground, your eye on the ball
Your head in the gutter, your brains on the wall, oh well
Home is where the heart is
You ain't homeless, but you're heartless
It's the safest on the market
But you still gotta watch where you park it
So give me your half-life crisis
I can tell that you know where paradise is
Where parasites don't care what your blood type is
Only pheromones and serotonin decide
If it's true that a snowflake only matters in a blizzard
Everyone knows that nobody knows that
Everybody's all up in my, everybody's all up in my
Everybody's all up in my business
Suburbia
Where you belong
The lights are on
But no one's home
So, welcome home
Ch-ch-chameleon peacocks are talk of the town
Well word gets around on hit number stations
He cums radiation
The dog bites the postman while basement eyes dream
Of a night at the drive-in with an AR-15
I dropped my eyeballs in the bonfire, we fucked on a bed of nails
I caught Kuru from your sister and died laughing in jail
Smell those screaming teenage sweetbreads on the 4th of July grill
Smile and wave, boys, kiss the cook
Live laugh and love
Please pass the pills
It's only culture
It's only culture
It's only culture
Sulfur, smoke, and soot
You learned to torture house cats, like vultures
You cocked and sucked your lack of empathy
Pulled the trigger with your foot to prove you've got
Blood
Didn't they want your blood?
So why apologize for being blue and cold?
Blood
Didn't they want your blood?
So don't apologize for being blue and cold
It's only culture
It's only culture
It's only ah, ah, ah, ah
Culture's not your friend
Hey, fuck your culture
I ain't got no culture
It's only culture, and it's more afraid of you than you are of it
Go on, drink that
Blood
Didn't they want your blood?
So why apologize when you turn blue and cold?
Blood
Didn't they want your blood?
So don't apologize for being blue and cold
Were you Nabokov to a Salinger?
Were you Jung to Freud or Dass to a Leary?
Were you mother, daughter, subject, and author?
You don't make the rules, you just write them down and
Do it by the book you throw around
Do you know the difference between blazing trails and slash-and-burn?
Going against the grain and catching splinters?
You pull out your Rorschach like a paint-by-numbers treasure map
The ink upon on your jigsaw piece trace you back to your fingerprints
Well, Lot, he had his lot in life
Job his job and I guess you'll too, and die
The Lord looked down and said, "hey, you're only mortal"
Giveth and taketh away 'till things come out a certain way
Leave you wondering when they might go back to normal
Leave you wondering why they can't have just been normal
White picket fences
Barbed wire and trenches
Trick or treat
Merry Christmas
Howdy, neighbor
Thank you, Jesus
Oh, what is he building in that painted lady?
A participation trophy wife or blonde, blue-eyed baby?
Wide-eyed and wired
The snap-crackle-pop of the Geiger
Camouflage billboards for lead-lined Brooks Brothers
You elbow the jukebox and sing "Duck and Cover"
And breed out our incisors, feed on white wine and Pfizer
It don't look like survival, b-but buy now or die
Suburbia
You're not alone
The lights are on
But no one's home
So, welcome home
Myers-Briggs, OKULTRA
Takes a village to fake a whole culture
Your ear to the playground, your eye on the ball
Your head in the gutter, your brains on the wall, oh well
Home is where the heart is
You ain't homeless, but you're heartless
It's the safest on the market
But you still gotta watch where you park it
So give me your half-life crisis
I can tell that you know where paradise is
Where parasites don't care what your blood type is
Only pheromones and serotonin decide
If it's true that a snowflake only matters in a blizzard
Everyone knows that nobody knows that
Everybody's all up in my, everybody's all up in my
Everybody's all up in my business
Suburbia
Where you belong
The lights are on
But no one's home
So, welcome home
Ch-ch-chameleon peacocks are talk of the town
Well word gets around on hit number stations
He cums radiation
The dog bites the postman while basement eyes dream
Of a night at the drive-in with an AR-15
I dropped my eyeballs in the bonfire, we fucked on a bed of nails
I caught Kuru from your sister and died laughing in jail
Smell those screaming teenage sweetbreads on the 4th of July grill
Smile and wave, boys, kiss the cook
Live laugh and love
Please pass the pills
It's only culture
It's only culture
It's only culture
Sulfur, smoke, and soot
You learned to torture house cats, like vultures
You cocked and sucked your lack of empathy
Pulled the trigger with your foot to prove you've got
Blood
Didn't they want your blood?
So why apologize for being blue and cold?
Blood
Didn't they want your blood?
So don't apologize for being blue and cold
It's only culture
It's only culture
It's only ah, ah, ah, ah
Culture's not your friend
Hey, fuck your culture
I ain't got no culture
It's only culture, and it's more afraid of you than you are of it
Go on, drink that
Blood
Didn't they want your blood?
So why apologize when you turn blue and cold?
Blood
Didn't they want your blood?
So don't apologize for being blue and cold
Were you Nabokov to a Salinger?
Were you Jung to Freud or Dass to a Leary?
Were you mother, daughter, subject, and author?
You don't make the rules, you just write them down and
Do it by the book you throw around
Do you know the difference between blazing trails and slash-and-burn?
Going against the grain and catching splinters?
You pull out your Rorschach like a paint-by-numbers treasure map
The ink upon on your jigsaw piece trace you back to your fingerprints
Well, Lot, he had his lot in life
Job his job and I guess you'll too, and die
The Lord looked down and said, "hey, you're only mortal"
Giveth and taketh away 'till things come out a certain way
Leave you wondering when they might go back to normal
Leave you wondering why they can't have just been normal
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Other Album Tracks
- "Blue Velvet" Reboot Starring Tom Waits (Suburbia Overture 2024 Edit)
- Second Sight Seer! S! (2222024 Edit)
- The Moral Implications of a Deterministic Universe feat. The Onceler (Laplace's Angel 2024 Edit)
- I / Me / Myself (2024 Edit)
- ...well, better than the alternative (Better Alternative Edit)
- I Lied About the Apple Thing (Skeleton-Bones Edition)
- Ideas Only Spread Because People Like Them, the "Free Market of Ideas" is not a Meritocracy, it's a Set of Unhealthy Coping Skills and a Corporate Oligarchy, Wake Up, Man! Don't Let the Lies Dim Your Light! anyway this one's black box warrior (2024 edit)
- Karen, Thannsdfghjkl You for the Casserole, But I Need You to Lea-n into a Typo (Marsha 2024 Edit)
- Love, Me Normally
- A Knee-Slapping Joke Title Referring to How Ending Tracks on Will Wood Albums Are Always Kind of Like That (Memento Mori 2024 Edit)
All Album Tracks: The New Normal! (The Normal Album 2024 Edit) >
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- The New Normal! (The Normal Album 2024 Edit)
- Laplace's Angel - 2018 Live in Studio Demo - Single
- I / Me / Myself (2018 Live in Studio Demo) - Single
- IN CASE I DIE:
- Cicada Days (Live at Knitting Factory, Spokane, WA)
- In case I make it,
- "In case I make it,"
- White Noise
- Euthanasia
- You Liked This (Okay, Computer!)
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