Psades Marx Video (MV)

Botox stained smile idles through the third aisle
Eyeing milk that expired last week
It's what she wears it's the curls in her hair
It's the shoes that she's got on her feet
Fluorescent light shines through the darkest nights
On the man who's lost sight smell and taste
And the chords have gone stale yeah the darkness prevailed
And so he's getting the hell out of this place
Alright

Apathetic prosthetic heretic teens
Will scream the words of their own God
Yeezus is dead and it's all gone to their head
So let's break bread or at least a croissant
A certified nun holding her second son
Will say he's only as good as his grace
The son believes but not in any deity
But that he's getting the hell out of this place
Alright

It's what I said
The words in my head
The things I wrote
I wouldn't want you to know

Jammin' out on my dad's guitar
Driving circles cause we can't go far
Maxing out on the cash machine
And we live in a suburban dream
Yeah we live in a suburban dream
Yeah we live in a suburban dream
Yeah we live in a suburban dream
And we live in a suburban dream

We break the law when the law ain't fair
Play AOE in your mom's downstairs
We get high underneath Hometree
And we live in a suburban dream
Yeah we live in a suburban dream
Yeah we live in a suburban dream
Yeah we live in a suburban dream
And we live in a suburban dream

Jammin' out on my dad's guitar
Driving circles cause we can't go far
Maxing out on the cash machine
And we live in a suburban dream

Break the law when the law ain't fair
Play AOE in your mom's downstairs
We get high underneath Hometree
And we live in a suburban dream