The Suburbs Songtext
von The Black Ice Machine

The floorboards died under your
Three legged stool
And you cried because it was
Property of the school

I lied when I said that
I′d be here until you lost your hearing

The ground opened up and
Swallowed you whole
You ran butter knives against
Living room throw pillows

There came a time when I found the
Feathers inside were merely peanuts
In the sky


When I've washed your plates and
Cleaned your feet
When I have finished off the last cup of coffee
I′ve found
That we are just feathers
In the ground

My father told me not to
Lose my head
I spent my college savings on a
Life insurance plan

And I've learned so much
From his white picket fence

Picture perfect
Green painted lawns
All the old ladies are just
Trying to feel young

My father told me not to
Lose my head
I spent my college savings on his
Final breaths