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Welcome to Suburbia, I call it my life Step inside for a drink, come and meet my wife Our two boys, Dave and John, are outside on the lawn Rolling in the residue of the local Biocide Step into the living room, come look at the view Birds once fed at the the bird feeders hung in front of you The spraying planes flew overhead, and now all the birds are dead How about another taste of some Insecticide Carcinogenic droplets are blanketing the ground Killing off the fauna, killing off the town Listen to what the TV says, you'll end up picking up carcasses I'll lead you to the door to face a new kind of Homicide From Letras Mania