Suburban Subhuman

I live in middle class suburbia
Where everyone's the same
I try to create hysteria
But it's all just a game
You're no different from me
We are exactly alike
We've been mass produced
Like a car or a bike.

See, I'm like having this party and like
I'd really like you to be there
Cause like my parents won't show and
We could wreck all the furniture
Or maybe we could like play a little Pac Man
Cause, I mean like, that's where it's at man
Or we could sit in the back man, or...
Get off my back!

Suburban Subhuman
We live in the same house
Suburban Subhuman
With our lovely spouse

Whether you're a girl or guy
You end up the same
It doesn't matter who or what you buy
We all have, have the same name

I've got no individuality
I've got no individuality
I've got no individuality
I've got...

Why don't you take your barbecue and see just where it fits

It's called the Waste Island
Where kids are bored and rambunctious
So they get a little drunk
And get really obnoxious
It's a suburbanite suicide
He didn't read Sylvia Plath
He stuck his head in the dishwasher
God what a laugh

Suburban Subhuman
We live in the same house
Suburban Subhuman
With our lovely spouse