The Burbs

Sit still, sit still,

Take your bloody pills,

When you feel, don�t twiddle your little thumbs.

You think you�re big, such a silly kid.

When you grow up, you�ll be just as fucked.

We know you�ll never get your way.

That�s not the way this game is played.

Look tall, look sharp, running is for the park.

Oh my dear heart, here is your running start.

Day school, night school, once even, we were cool.

Once we get there, we�ll be just as scared,

Never had a chance to get our way.

Now you�re the only game to play.

Be cool, be square, life isn�t ever fair.

Big guns, big fun, work isn�t even done.

By love�s cell had built till you touch the sky.

Don�t ask, don�t tell, losers go to hell,

You got to fight to get your way.

That�s just the way this game is played.

New start, new life, Grandpa�s done, so be nice.

This is your house, that�s how you get a spouse.

Pay raise, get paid, that�s how you get laid.

Big gut, love smut, knife to door to cut.

Now you know how to get your way.

Don�t let this bear distract your play.

Pray loud, stand proud, get into any crowd.

Get fair, get square, fight �em to get a lair.

Down in their place, you will win this race.

Damn you, you always get your way.

Never a thought to what I say.

Reborn, brainstorm, tear up your little form.

Run and find me, out by the cherry tree.

Junior got smart, not gonna play that part.

Where will we go? This life�s all we know.

What is there out there for two lonely souls?

Playing the only game we know.