Suburban Smell

Intro FAD Verse 1 F#m A D F#m D There's 16 homes on every street. They all of course lie in the neatest rows. F#m A D F#m D Cradling broken homes and dinner prayers. Rocking us all to sleep in bones. F#m A D Which one's mine, I can't tell? Sick of that suburban smell. F#m A D They look the same, look the same. Chorus 1 A C#m And all the kids with money laugh A Bm Cheering for the retard dance A C#m Bm Cheering for a touchdown they laugh Chorus 2 A C#m But I am not like them, I am not like them A Bm Only because A C#m Bm I'm sick of watching them watch the retard dance. Verse 2 F#m A D D#m There's a party at the rich kid house. I get stoned in basements F#m A D F#m D Mother I am not myself. But I don't laugh and watch the retard dance. F#m A D There are so many homes on every street. Piling in their lines so neat F#m A D I won't fold into those lies. Too drunk on that suburban smell F#m A D D#m To know which one of them is mine?. They look the same, look the same. Verse 3 F#m A D God gave us 16 homes on every street. So we all pray at the dinner table F#m A D Our sons are strong and they are able. To laugh and watch the retard dance F#m A D Sick of that suburban smell. Sick of that suburban smell F#m A D GAD Sick of that suburban smell. Sick of that suburban smell