Written by The Districts
Gm Bb Eb Gm Bb Eb There's 16 homes on every street. They all of course lie in the neatest rows. Gm Bb Eb Gm Bb Eb Cradling broken homes and dinner prayers. Rocking us all to sleep in bones. Gm Bb Eb Which one's mine, I can't tell? Sick of that suburban smell. Gm Bb Eb They look the same, look the same. Bb Dm And all the kids with money laugh Bb Cm Cheering for the retard dance Bb Dm Bb Cm Cheering for a touchdown they laugh Bb Dm But I am not like them, I am not like them Bb Cm Only because Bb Dm Bb Cm I'm sick of watching them watch the retard dance. Gm Bb Eb Gm Bb Eb There's a party at the rich kid house. I get stoned in basements Gm Bb Eb Gm Bb Eb Mother I am not myself. But I don't laugh and watch the retard dance. Gm Bb Eb There are so many homes on every street. Piling in their lines so neat Gm Bb Eb I won't fold into those lies. Too drunk on that suburban smell Gm Bb Eb Gm Bb Eb To know which one of them is mine?. They look the same, look the same. Gm Bb Eb God gave us 16 homes on every street. So we all pray at the dinner table Gm Bb Eb Our sons are strong and they are able. To laugh and watch the retard dance Gm Bb Eb Sick of that suburban smell. Sick of that suburban smell Gm Bb Eb Gm Bb Eb Sick of that suburban smell. Sick of that suburban smellhide this tabGm Bb Eb -------3-----------6---------------------------------------------------| -------3-----------6---------------------------------------------------| -------3-----------7---------------------------------------------------| ---5---5---5-------8-------------------5h7-5---7---7---7---7---7---7---| --------------\8---8---8---8---8---8---6---6---6---6---6---6---6---6---| -----------------------------------------------------------------------|
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