Sprawling on the fringes of the city,
In geometric order
An insulated border
Inbetween the bright lights
and the far unlit unknown
Growing up it all seemed so one-sided
opinions are provided, the future predecided
Detatched and Subdivided
In the mass production zone
Nowhere is the dreamer or the misfit so alone
Subdivisions
In the high school halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out
Subdivisions
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out
Any escape might help to smooth the unnattractive truth
But the Suburbs have no charms to soothe
The restless dreams of youth
Drawn like moths we drift into the city
The timeless, old attraction cruising for the action
Lit up like a firefly just to feel the living light
Well some will sell their dreams for small desires
And lose the race to rats
Get caught in ticking traps
And start to dream of somewhere to relax their restless flight
Somewhere out of a memory
A private street, on a quiet night
Subdivisions
In the highschool halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out
Subdivisions
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out
Any escape might help to soothe the unnattractive truth
But the suburbs have no charms to soothe
The restless dreams of youth