The Suburbs

Strip malls galore
Ain't it all just such a bore
I swear I've been before
Maybe that one time on tour
When we were all drunk at a Waffle House
And the waiter had to kick us out
So we walked 'til the soles of our shoes wore thin
And passed out in the hallway of your apartment

In the suburbs, living the same day over and over
Finding trouble, living the same way 'til we get older
In the suburbs, living the same day over and over
Finding trouble, living the same way 'til we get older
And we keep getting older
We keep getting older
We keep getting older

Parking lots aplenty
Remember your old beat-up Chevy
Burned rubber by a JCPenney
Before things got hot and heavy
We were hooking up in the passenger seat
No idea what we're doing, windows fogged, something mean
'Til I bumped the handle and we spilled out of the door
Right onto the pavement of the vacant store

In the suburbs, living the same day over and over
Finding trouble, living the same way 'til we get older
In the suburbs, living the same day over and over
Finding trouble, living the same way 'til we get older
And we keep getting older
We keep getting older
We keep getting older
It's the same day over and over, and over and over and over
We keep getting old
We keep getting old
We keep getting old