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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeThe Great Suburban Showdown
Flyin' east on a planeDrinkin' all that free champagneI guess I saw this comin' down the lineAnd I know it should be funBut I think I should've packed my gunGot that old suburban showdown in my mindSit around with the folksTell the same old tired jokesBored to death on Sunday afternoonMom and Dad, me and youAnd the outdoor barbecueThink I'm gonna hide out in my roomI've been gone for a whileMade some changes in my styleAnd they say you can't go home anymoreWell the streets all look the sameAnd I'll have to play the gameWe'll all sit around in the kitchen chairsWith the TV on and the neighbors thereOut in the yardWhere my Daddy worked so hardHe never lets the crab grass grow too highOh, the place hasn't changedAnd that's why I'm gonna feel so strangeBut I'll have to face the music bye and byeI've been gone for a whileMade some changes in my styleAnd they say you can't go home anymoreWell the streets all look the sameAnd I'll have to play the gameWe'll all sit around in the kitchen chairsWith the TV on and the neighbors thereDrive into townWhen this big bird touches downI'm only comin' home to say goodbyeThen I'm gone with the windAnd I won't be seen againTill that great suburban showdown in the skyTill that great suburban showdown in the sky
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