Suburban Smell

There are 16 homes on every street
 They all of course lie in the neatest rows
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 Cradling broken homes and dinner prayers
 Rocking us all to sleep in bones
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 Which one's mine? I can't tell
 We're sick of that suburban smell
 They look the same, look the same
 And all the kids with money laugh
 Cheering for the retard dance
 Cheering for a touchdown they laugh
 But I am not like them. I am not like them
 I'm leaving because I'm of watching them
 Watch the retard dance
 There's a party at the rich kid's house, while I get stoned
 In basements
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 Mother I am not myself, but I don't laugh and
 Watch the retard dance
 There are so many homes on every street
 Piling into lines so neat, but I won't
 Fold into these lives, I'm too drunk on that
 Suburban smell, to know which one of them is mine
 They look the same, look the same
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 God gave us 16 homes on every street so we all
 Pray at the dinner table, our sons are strong
 And they are able, to laugh and watch
 The retard dance
 I'm sick of that suburban smell
 I'm sick of that suburban smell