Suburban Smell

There are 16 homes on every street They all of course lie in the neatest rows Cradling broken homes and dinner prayers Rocking us all to sleep in bones 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 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 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