Where did the rosy suburban dreams of cul-de-sac nightmares go?
As one by one every home is taken by the banks.
Broken dreams living in a plastic world;
Thinking like sheep;
Trying to buy into it all,
Being kicked out on your ass
Don’t look back.
Don’t you cry!
Don’t you dare cry.
As the walls come tumbling down;
As the bricks, the mortar, the glass, the paint the fuckin dirt all look back at you.
And scream until you shatter.
What now Mr. and Mrs. everyday for the everything?