Intro:
   C Dm F Bb
   C Dm F Bb
   C
 
F             Dm    Bb
White picket fences
                 C
Barbed wire and trenches
         F            Dm
Trick or treat, merry Christmas
      Bb                  C
Howdy neighbor, thank you Jesus
    F          A           Dm           G
Oh, what is he building in that painted lady?
  Bb                           C
A participation trophy wife or blonde, blue-eyed baby?
F             Dm
Wide-eyed and wired
    Bb                      C
The snap-crackle-pop of the Geiger
F                        Dm                               Bb                    C
Camouflage billboards for lead-lined Brooks Brothers, you elbow the jukebox and sing “Duck and Cover"
    F               A A7            Dm             Bb
And breed out our incisors, feed on white wine and Pfizer
   Bb                              C
It don’t look like survival, b-but buy now or die
 

C      F Dm Bb
Suburbia
C           F Dm Bb
You’re not alone
C              F Dm Bb
The lights are on
C            F
But no one’s home
Bbm         F    C
So, welcome home
 

      F         Dm
Myers-Briggs, okultra
        Bb                      C
Takes a village to fake a whole culture
     F                           Dm
Your ear to the playground, your eye on the ball
     Bb                       C
Your head in the gutter, your brains on the wall
F                 A
Home is where the heart is
          Dm                   G
You ain’t homeless, but you’re heartless
         Bb
It’s the safest on the market
        C
But you still gotta watch where you park it
           F              Dm
So give me your half-life crisis
      Bb                           C
I can tell that you know where paradise is
          F                                Dm
Where parasites don’t care what your blood type is
     Bb                 C
Only pheromones and serotonin decide
        F           A              Dm           G
If it's true that a snowflake only matters in a blizzard
Bb
Everyone knows that nobody’s knows that
C
Everybody’s all up in my, everybody’s all up in my, everybody’s all up in my business
 

        F Dm Bb
Suburbia
C         F Dm Bb
Where you belong
C              F Dm Bb
The lights are on
C            F
But no one’s home
Bbm         F
So, welcome home
 

Bb                           Bbm         F
Ch-ch-chameleon peacocks are talk of the town
F                         Dm         A
Well, word gets around on hit number stations
   Dm       D
He xxxs radiation
    Gm                Dm                      Eb
The dog bites the postman while basement eyes dream
     Bb                            A7
Of a night at the drive-in with an AR-15
 
Instrumental: Gm Eb D Gm Eb
 
             Gm                          Gm
I dropped my eyeballs in the bonfire, we xxxxed on a bed of nails
Gm                                      Gm               Eb
I caught Kuru from your sister and died laughing in jail
            Gm                                   Gm
Smell those screaming teenage sweetbreads on the 4th of July grill
Gm                                   Gm                   Gm
Smile and wave, boys, kiss the cook, live laugh and love, please pass the pills
 

Gm        Eb
It’s only culture
Eb        Eb
It’s only culture
Eb        Eb D  Gm
It’s only culture
 

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Sulfur, smoke, and soot
Gm             Eb                      Eb
You learned to torture house cats like vultures
Eb             D7
You cocked and sucked your lack of empathy,
D7          D7
Pulled the trigger with your foot to prove you’ve got-
 

Gm
Blood
Gm                    Cm
Didn’t they want your blood?
       D7                           Gm
So why apologize for being blue and cold?
 

Gm
Blood
Gm                    Cm
Didn’t they want your blood?
         D                                Gm
So don’t apologize when you turn blue and cold
 
Instrumental: Gm Eb D Gm
 
          Eb
It’s only culture
Eb        Eb
It’s only culture
Eb
It’s only
Gm
Ah, ah, ah, ah
 

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Culture’s not your friend
 

Gm              Eb
Hey, xxxx your culture
Eb             Eb
I ain’t got no culture
Eb        D7
It’s only culture
D7
And it's more afraid of you than you are of it, go on, drink that-
 

Gm
Blood
Gm                    Cm
Didn’t they want your blood?
       D7                               Gm
So why apologize when you turn blue and cold?
Gm
Blood
Gm                    Cm
Didn’t they want your blood?
         D                            Gm
So don’t apologize for being blue and cold
 

Gm
Were you Nabokov to a Salinger?
Gm
Jung to Freud or Das to a Leary?
Gm
Were you mother, daughter, subject, and author?
Gm
You don’t make the rules
Gm
You just write them down and do it by the book you throw around
 

Gm                                 G
Do you know the difference between blazing trails and slash-and-burn?
C                                    D
Going against the grain and catching splinters?
G
You pull out your Rorschach like a paint-by-numbers treasure map
    C                             Cm                  D
The ink upon your jigsaw piece trace you back to your fingerprints
 

         C          D                    G                      E
Well Lot he had his lot in life, Job his job and I guess you'll too, and die
C                           D                G        G B
The Lord looked down, said, “hey, you’re only mortal”
C                D          B7                   Em
Giveth and taketh away ‘til things come out a certain way
          C                   D                G
Leave you wondering when they might go back to normal
 

B         C                  Cm                   G
Leave you wondering why they can’t have just been normal
 
Outro: G Em Eb G