Suburbia

Some things will never change
Certain itches will always remain the same
Their mentality not for me
Think I'm homesick, not for society

Just the same old story
Appear like dirty laundry
Just the same old story
Won't change in the morning
Stay this way always
Just the same old story

Certain things just come around
Reminisce, they feel safe and sound
Sit around & lounge about
What goes around, always comes back down

Just the same old story
Reappears like dirty laundry
Just the same old story
Won't see the morning glory
Mundane become boring
Just the same old story

Weren't you the one from school?
Who had potential, intellectual
What are you doing, 4 in the morning
Serving petrol
Weren't you the one so cool?
Had a pocketful of attitude
What are you doing, dawn in the morning
Selling pet food

Chin up, chin up...

Oh - the ones from school
We are the people in the neighborhood
What are you doing, 4 in the morning have to break through
The ones you knew, the ones I knew
The ones I knew
The ones I knew

Just the same old story
Appear like dirty laundry
Just the same old story
Won't change in the morning
Stay this way always
Just the same old story