Houses are spread out too farnToo many trees and too many carsnEveryone works or everyone hidesnToo many birds in suburban skiesnToo many burnouts, too many jocksnMiddle class scumbags, think they're smartnThey go to school and comb their hairnAnd always have the right clothes to wearnnSuburbiannGo hangout at the Livingston MallnNothing to buy, too many storesnToo many joggers on the streetsnGonna run 'em over in my beat up carnGo for a walk through the center of townnOr hop in the car and cruise aroundnMow the lawn, take out the trashnGo in mom's pocketbook and take her cashnnSuburbia