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Behind the Scenes (Big Tubba Mista) · Behind the Scenes at the Making Of.. The Wizard of Oz (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Arcade Fire [EP] (Arcade Fire) · Sound Of The Suburbs (Members) · Intoxica! Strange and Sleazy Instrumental Sounds from the Socal Suburbs (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Sound of the Suburbs [#2] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Suburbs (Arcade Fire) · The Suburbs (Arcade Fire) · Rockin' the Suburbs [Single] (Ben Folds) · Sound of the Suburbs [#1] (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


And the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score

And Sandy,
And the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score

And Sandy,
And the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score

And Sandy,
night and they said 
They won't set themselves on fire for us anymore
Every summer when the weather gets hot they ride that road down from heaven
life's through-- you ought to quit this scene too


Sandy, the aurora is risin' behind us

Those pier lights, our carnival life forever

Oh, love me
And the boys from the casino dance
With their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasin' all those silly New York virgins by the score

Sandy,
a home down by the shore
A place to hang your hat and more
You sent me postcards to tell me of
Slowing down and finding love
The thrill has gone from
they've ever seen
A choice of death made for man
By leaders behind the scenes
The end result of a Nuclear War
That laid waste to us all
Our civilization
Forth Thy Flames Against My
Fathers Enemies
Burn Up Their Bodies
Consume their Souls
By the Fire Which Issueth From Thy Mouth
And By The Flames Which
the boys had stayed behind
While mother tended to her chores, they wandered from her side

The two had gone to follow him and lost their way instead
By dusk
from the casino dance with shirts open
Like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score


Sandy, the aurora is risin'
and family behind pictures made her dirty movies far from clean did the things she thought she'd never do stepping-stones to glory spiral down to hell cover up
networks
They're mainly from the suburbs socially dysfunctional
A young graffiti writer soon a fullfeathered criminal
Our chances are minimal to lead 'em
Gas for Huntington and back, barely
Equipped with Super-Soakers full of piss and an uncanny knack for constantly upsetting pigs by doing stupid shit
smashed our heads
'gainst that wall,
And now I seh we must create a scene,
We must recapture our culture
By any means.

CHORUS
Babylon makes the rules
And leaving
Long for sleep
Closer now
Lead the way into death

Every wretched dream
I've left behind
Every waking hour
I lie in wait

Sucked inside by
eternally

[Chorus:]
So free your heart leave your life far behind
In the cold dark winter skies escape the pain inside
Now feel your soul lost in scenes
in those blurry vision scenes,
That appear but pass us by and for a moment get you high,
'til you find your way back down
Become the truth you've
watch the scene from the rooftop, spittin' loogies 
At the coppers that pursue me, biotch! 
I be a hustler til it's over, motherfucker 
Open fire
captives behind prison walls.
By extension, so are we.
The terrible double meaning is thus imparted
To the original question of human ethics
"Am I my
Summers coolin' off by the fire hydrant.
Yeah I'm from the ghetto,
Where old black women talk about they sugar level,
It's not unusual,

To see photos
revolts
(I was) caught from behind (with) a kneblasch bolt

Now return to a scene of foolish pride
A camp surrounds a fire whose fueled by what was
went by so fast

When I have the strength enough to fight
When the fire that burns goes out inside
Cry for desire to change your mind
What's left
[J:] I mean what, yeah we’re gonna be, yeah we’re really good. We’re like
almost as good as Arcade Fire, fuck that.
[K:] Yeah
[J:] We gotta leave
watch the scene from the rooftop, spittin' loogies 
At the coppers that pursue me, biotch! 
I be a hustler til it's over, motherf***er 
Open fire