[Intro] [Eerie, clean guitar with heavy delay] [Drums enter with a slow, tribal beat] [Sudden explosion of fuzz/distortion] [Verse 1] Manicured lawns and a white picket fence Nothing in this zip code makes a lick of sense The silence is screaming, the hedges are tall I’m gonna spray-paint "TRUTH" on the shopping mall wall We’re burning the blueprints, we’re breaking the spell Of this climate-controlled, beige-colored hell Every sprinkler’s a tear, every SUV’s a cage I’m writing a riot on a blank suburban page! [Chorus] It’s a Suburban Exorcism, scream it out loud Tear the silver lining off the chemical cloud We’re the ghosts in the cul-de-sac, the cracks in the street Turning up the heat 'til the concrete melts our feet! [Verse 2] You got a "Live, Laugh, Love" sign on the door But there’s a dead-eyed monster on the kitchen floor The HOA is coming to measure the grass They can take their ruler and shove it up their ass! I’m the black sheep bleating in the dead of the night I’m the short circuit in your porch-light "right" We’re the weeds in the garden that you can't kill We’re the jagged little pill that you can't swallow still! [Bridge] [Walls of sound build - heavy reverb] Out! Out! Get the spirit out! Of the Tupperware parties and the shadow of doubt! [Screaming vocals buried in the mix] [Guitar Solo] [Two minutes of swirling, atmospheric, heavy shoegaze noise] [Chorus] It’s a Suburban Exorcism, scream it out loud Tear the silver lining off the chemical cloud We’re the ghosts in the cul-de-sac, the cracks in the street Turning up the heat 'til the concrete melts our feet! [Outro] [Guitars fade into a feedback loop] [Sound of a distant siren]
