Suburbia's stubborn

when I start decaying decaying
I'll only hear what I am saying
in isolation

The pines where I'll die
its there thats beside
 let a bear maul my flesh
a grave in natures bed

Youll be excavating
see dinosaur bones
stepped in a tar pit
thats why they arent so worn

when I start decaying decaying
I'll only hear what I am saying
in isolation

suburbia's stubborn
look at me cross eyed
throw up in your mouth
its alright i'd rather glide
 back to my youth

when I start decaying decaying
I'll only hear what I am saying
in isolation