Lurid Visions

The suburbs dream of violence.
The suburbs dream of war.
The suburbs lack for nothing
Still their dollar sign hearts want more.

The night brings lurid visions.
Visions of a boy whos a girl whos a dyke inside the frame.

The Suburbs are trapped but with no reason to complain.

The suburbs dream of violence.
Screaming out with a burdened silence.
To a skyline reaching for another plane.

The same as that girl told you back in school.

You grew up, shes now a whore and your no fool for
not dreaming of more than a world where...

The suburbs dream of violence.
The suburbs dream of war.
The suburbs lack for nothing
Still their dollar sign hearts want more.