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Rip Van Winkle (Out In Suburbia)

 

Out in Suburbia

There's no luxury, there's no poverty

There's just the doing alright and the keeping up with Jonesy

Out in Suburbia

No culture, no conflict, there's no variety

What's even stranger is people like it that way

 

(Chorus):

Where you have to ask yourself:

"What is the meaning of it all?"

So you go down to the city

There you see it's survival

 

Out in suburbia

When it's four in the morning the old man should be snoring

Staggering teens and stray cats have the run of the street

Out in suburbia

Years slip by when you don't let the grass grow under your feet

All this perfection, this protection it lulls us to sleep

 

(Chorus)

 

There's humming in the hive

To the same old radio jive

Worker bees, same routines

Feels like security

 

Workhouse whistle blows

And all the shops get closed

Everybody scram, the inevitable jam

I work therefore I am

 

Out in suburbia

 

© 1994 Five Firs Music / Bozwell