Suburban Riot
Mr. Henry Rubin
He was a man, fifty years old with a wife and children
A secretary whos long legs are never endin'
A skirt so short, his temptations, he cant control em'
With Mrs. Rubin left alone to make the din din
Shimmy shake, the family's gone
Mr. Rubin dont think its wrong
Grease the morals and just slip them out the door
Old Henry likes to have his fun, with a whore
The family car's got leather seats like dark red blood
The Rubin clan all goes to church on the day of the sun
He wont confess, hes locked it up to everyone
'Till the wife finds him on the office desk, holding his loaded gun
Shoot em' up, shes gone insane
She wears a smile can't feel no pain
Covers the secretary with Henry's blood and brain
Shes done with livin a love, thats in vain
Mr. Rubin, he sings his song
And he wants you to sing along
Now a days no one is faithful very long
So try to fight the craving your on
With Henry you can sing along
Yeah, everyone's a little wrong
So stay strong
From Letras Mania