Down in Suburbia - Remastered

All they ever smoke is tobacco in Suburbia
 All they ever smoke is tobacco in Suburbia
 Everybody brags about
 The way they done somebody out
 Of money they have cleverly invested
 Everyone is making friends
 With other people just like them
 And anyone who's different is detested
 I come home and I lay me down (Suburbia)
 I get a call to come downtown (Suburbia)
 And go my brother's bail, he's been arrested (Suburbia, Suburbia)
 For smilin' (Ahh)
 And they ever smoke is tobacco in Suburbia
 Nobody ever dresses sloppy in Suburbia, ha!
 Nobody ever dresses sloppy in Suburbia
 Mr. Brown wears herringbone
 When stepping out with Mrs. Jones
 To keep the local gossip hounds from staring
 And Mr. Wilson combs his hair
 To carry on his big affair
 With Mrs. Smith, who by the way, never dresses daring
 No one stabs his neighbor's back (Suburbia)
 Or welches on his income tax (Suburbia)
 Without sincere concern that he is wearing (Suburbia, Suburbia)
 Proper styling (Ahh)
 And nobody ever dresses sloppy in Suburbia
 Nobody is ever un-American in Suburbia, ha!
 Nobody is ever un-American in Suburbia
 Everybody has a list
 Of Negroes, Jews and communists
 And checks it off before their daughter marries
 Ginsberg is a socialist
 He can't write poems like Edgar Guest
 And Henry Miller's not in their library (too bad)
 You disagree, they gonna knock you flat (Suburbia)
 'Cause Reader's Digest tells them that (Suburbia)
 Their life is a bowl of maraschino cherries (Suburbia, Suburbia)
 Though bills are piling (Ahh)
 Nobody is ever un-American in Suburbia
 And nobody every dresses sloppy in Suburbia
 And all they ever smoke is tobacco in Suburbia
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