Suburbs - Demo Songtext
von Justin Hill

Still I can hear the hum of money made
I felt much richer yesterday
So send me, send me on my way
I′m going home give me my pay
I don't see the purpose of dwelling on these dimes
Going blind, losing my mind
Any way you cut it, I am sure to go blind

Said I can hear the hum of money made
It′s now a sound I can't avoid
I was full of wealth, full of wealth and light
On the streets and unemployed
Singing songs to the devil, singing songs to the lord
Any way you cut it, I'll deserve my reward


Black heart ain′t got no lover
Just a pretty little brick house in the Suburbs
He′s got a home but he'll never love another
Just a pretty little brick house in the Suburbs
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah

Crystal clear
I can see through you in the dark at a distance
Teach me, I′d love to learn
But I can see through you in the dark at a distance
Under these lights it's cold and growing ain′t easy when you can't even breathe
Under these lights it′s cold

Said I can hear the hum of money made
It's now a sound I can't avoid
I was full of wealth, full of wealth and light
On the streets and unemployed
Singing songs to the devil, singing songs to the lord
Any way you cut it, I′ll deserve my reward