Slow Buildings - Garbage In, Garbage Out Lyrics
Your loser friend thinks it’s a good idea to hang aroundOutside the Wendy’s that’s open ‘til 2 AMWith the vanity plates so we all know it’s himThen it’s off to the 7-11Where he’ll wait for Mrs. BrownHe earns dollars a day at the groceryHe’s spent a year of tuition on the lotterySave me from suburbiaI fear I’m becoming white trashI’m living on creditA television dream is what I’m fedMakes me a dumb mother*****erI picked up a bookBut I couldn’t even tell you what I’d readAnd I’m resigned to know I’ll never make it farTalking shit and drinking in this killing jarMy lazy neighbor is asking for a favorWon’t I watch her kid?She’ll be back from the store in just a little bitOf course she’s high on something and she’s full of shitBut the worst thinks he’s come in firstGod help us he’s a suburban copHe kicked my ass real bad in the 7th gradeWell, he’s still just a thug but now he’s getting paidSave me from suburbiaAnd I don’t know why I want to stayI hate it here in every wayIt’s a corporate, vegged-out, Philistine HellWhere my scumbag neighbor’s yelling at his mother“Where’s my allowance, *****?”And I’m resigned to know we’ll never make it farWatching life and waiting for a shooting star
