The Great Suburban Showdown

Flyin' east on a plane
 Drinkin' all that free champagne
 I guess I saw this comin' down the line
 And I know it should be fun
 But I think I should've packed my gun
 Got that old suburban showdown in my mind
 Sit around with the folks
 Tell the same old tired jokes
 Bored to death on Sunday afternoon
 Mom and dad, me and you
 And the outdoor barbecue
 Think I'm gonna hide out in my room
 I've been gone for a while
 Made some changes in my style
 And they say you can't go home anymore
 Well the streets all look the same
 And I'll have to play the game
 We'll all sit around in the kitchen chairs
 With the tv on, with the neighbors there
 Out in the yard
 Where my dad who worked so hard
 He never lets the crab grass grow too high
 Oh, the place hasn't changed
 And that's why I'm gonna feel so strange
 But I'll have to face the music bye and bye
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 I've been gone for a while
 Made some changes in my style
 And they say you can't go home anymore
 When the streets all look the same
 And I'll have to play the game
 We'll all sit around in the kitchen chairs
 With the tv on, with the neighbors there
 We'll drive into town
 When this big bird touches down
 I'm only comin' home to say goodbye
 Then I'm gone with the wind
 And I won't be seen again
 'Til that great suburban showdown in the sky
 'Til that great suburban showdown in the sky