Father's in the backyard
Lighting up the Weber Grill
I'm lying in bed
Thinking about the day ahead
Mother's in the kitchen
Acting obsessed
Thinks her cake is the best
Failure means she's depressed
Alcohol
Becomes a cure-all
Yellow pills
Giving superficial thrills
You better drive to the shopping mall
In your big SUV
So you can get exercise
By Cinnabon
Smelling sugar cinammon
Will power is gone

Thinkin'you are so smart
Shoppin'at Wal Mart
Near an empty K-Mart
Sits an old Dodge Dart
Graffiti everywhere
Younger customers are rare
Blue light not incadescent
Homeless pitching a tent
The city
Gives suburbs no pity
Plowing more farmland
New home demand
Moving to the countryside
People think they're gonna hide
And never see
Sheer reality
You don't need a TV set
To see the crime come to you.

Cuisine is bare
Fast food is everywhere
Arby's, Taco Bell
Cholesterol has shot to hell
Olive Garden
Beg your pardon
Rotten scallion
It's not real Italian
Walk or else
You're gonna get fat
Men looking for sex
All divorcees
Hang around the multiplex
Girl look fancy free
Drinkin' a dacquiri
Don't entice the cop
Make a complete stop

Go out for a walk
You see there is no sidewalk
Get in the car
To work you're drivin' far
Waste gas, your mass, big ass
Sit at a desk
Twenty years of payments'
And your house is still not paid for
Look out sir
Don't drive like Ben-Hur
While you are mowing the lawn
You ran over a fawn
Don't wear white socks
Try to avoid the small rocks
Don't wanna mow wet grass
Or it is your ass
The lights don't work
'Cause the chipmunks ate the cables