Suburbiopia Songtext
von Tropical Fuck Storm

Take my
Hand and see

Are you sitting on your luggage in an airport hotel bar?
Are you trying to put some distance
′Tween your thick skull and your arse?
Are you locked in your mumma's basement for a Fortnite marathon?
Are you choking on a chem trail? Are you batting off to Teal Swan?

Take my
Don′t knock nothing until you try it
Nothing until you try it
Hand and see

Monday mornings methadone and you're pissing in a cup
And Monday night your sponsor writes you 'Baby are you up?′
Your suburbiopia was lost ′cause you were catfish bait
And now you're playing online blackjack in a Highway Super 8


Have you heard about the Raëlians? Have you heard ′bout Heaven's Gate?
Have you ever walked the shining path or sipped on the Kool-Aid?
′They're all psychopathic killers′, I can hear you say with spite
They're dead and gone
They're probably wrong but maybe they were right

Take my
Don′t knock nothing until you try it
Nothing until you tried it
Hand be free
Nothing until you try it
Nothing until you tried it
Take my
Don′t knock nothing until you try it
Nothing until you tried it
Hand be free

Take
Take
Take
Take


Take my
Don't knock nothing until you try it
Nothing until you tried it
Hand be free
Don′t knock nothing until you try it
Nothing until you tried it
Take my
Nothing until you try it
Nothing until you tried it
Hand believe
Don't knock nothing until you try it
Nothing until you tried it