Mr. Mrs. Everyday

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?