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a suburb to the brain?
Marie:
You wear them so well, those innocent eyes
You're puttin' on a wonderful disguise
I want you so bad. I'm pushing my luck
a suburb to the brain?

You wear them so well, those innocent eyes
You're puttin' on a wonderful disguise
I want you so bad. 
I'm pushing my luck
It
Is a suburb to the brain'

[Marie:]
You wear them so well, those innocent eyes
You're puttin' on a wonderful disguise
I want you so bad. I'm
What am I gonna do
When I get a little excited, a little in pain? Tell me
What am I gonna say
When I find the center of my heart is a suburb
What am I gonna do
When I get a little excited, a little in pain? Tell me
What am I gonna say
When I find the centre of my heart is a suburb
a suburb to the brain

You wear them so well
Those innocent eyes
You're putting on a wonderful disguise
I want you so bad
I'm pushing my luck
It feels
You wanna be set apart? Burn all of your art repair the wasteful part
I'm a vampire in a forest fire
Hey! we all gotta keep warm
Hey we all gotta
be in the backyard laughing out by the fire
Saying I'm sick of running away
Maybe I'll stay
We'll be in the backyard causing problems for
Catch a taxi to the fountainhead
Blinking neon penny arcade
A young Caruso on the fire escape
Painted face ladies on parade

The newsboy
Small change got rained on with his own thirty-eight,
And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the marquees weren't weeping, they went
I got some killers so don't push me
Juicy J be on some mob shit
Waitin' by your door step hot in the bullshit
If it comes down to it ain't no thang
Small change got rained on with his own thirty-eight
And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the marquees weren't weeping, they went stark-raving
the suburbs to the hood
May you judge us by our hearts and not by our mistakes
And see that we get a breakthrough however long that it takes
May you fill
the suburbs to the hood

May You judge us by our hearts
And not by our mistakes
And see that we get a breakthrough
However long that it takes

May You fill that
Let there be darkness
Let there be blood tonight
Let there be riots
Come start the fires tonight

Can't you see, our people have got no choice
But
of cavedweller locked inside an apartment
I spark this with the marked mistakes of minors learning
How to build a better book of matches by watching the fire
the rail

Lost
I'm feeling lost
I'm feeling lost in the suburbs again
I gotta find my way out now

Driving home my hands upon the wheel
Driving in
Jump
Jump

Get into the vibe
Slam in a megadrive
Arcade, the fire denied
I pulled my flick knives
Sent into kingdom come
Alley-cat got your
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,
These fly rhymes and high times are brought to you by Suburban Noize
D-Loc, Saint Vicious, DJ Bobby be, Pakelika
The bakers man, bake me a cake
Lunchtime Friday, leave work early
Rushing through the suburbs to the station to catch the train
Heading up to town to Dave's to get my glad rags
Even though it's the only thing the fire didn't take

Everybody says you'll grow a lot from this experience
Maybe become Zen, after a while become
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