Suburbia Overture - Greetings From Mary Bell Township - Vampire Culture - Love Me Normally - Will Wood
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[Greetings from Mary Bell Township!]
[Intro]
C F Dm Bb C
F Dm Bb C
Do-wop, ba, do-wop, ba, do-wop, ba...
Good morning!
[Verse 1]
F Dm
White picket fences
Bb C
Barbed wire and trenches
Trick or treat, merry Christmas
Howdy neighbor, thank you Jesus
F A Dm G
Oh, what is he building in that painted lady?
A participation-trophy-wife or blonde, blue-eyed baby?
F Dm Bb C
Wide-eyed and wired, the snap-crackle-pop of the Geiger
F Dm
Camouflage billboards for lead-lined Brooks Brothers
You elbow the jukebox and sing “Duck and Cover"
And breed out our incisors, feed on white wine and Pfizer
It don’t look like survival, b-but buy now or die
[Chorus]
Suburbia--a--a--a
C F Dm Bb
You’re not alo--o--o--ne
C F Dm Bb
The lights are o--o--o--on
C F
But no one’s home
Bbm F C
So, welcome home
[Verse 2]
F Dm
Myers-Briggs, OKULTRA
Takes a village to fake a whole culture
Your ear to the playground, your eye on the ball
Your head in the gutter, your brains on the wall
Oh well, Home is where the heart is
You ain’t homeless, but you’re heartless
It’s the safest on the market
But you still gotta watch where you park it
[Verse 3]
So give me your half-life crisis
I can tell that you know where paradise is
Where parasites don’t care what your blood type is
Only pheromones and serotonin decide
If it's true that a snowflake only matters in a blizzard
Bb
Everyone knows that nobody knows that
C
Everybody’s all up in my, everybody’s all up in my
C
Everybody’s all up in my business
[Chorus]
Suburbia--a--a--a
C F Dm Bb
Where you belo--o--o--ng
C F Dm Bb
The lights are o--o--o--on
C F
But no one’s home
Bbm F
So, welcome home
[Bridge]
Bb Bbm F
Ch-ch-chameleon peacocks are talk of the town
Well, word gets around on hit number stations
He cums radiation
The dog bites the postman while basement eyes dream
Of a night at the drive-in with an AR-15
[(Vampire) Culture]
[Intro]
|Gm | |Eb D |Gm Eb |
I dropped my eyeballs in the bonfire, we fucked on a bed of nails
Gm Eb
I caught Kuru from your sister and died laughing in jail
Smell those screaming teenage sweetbreads on the 4th of July grill
Gm
Smile and wave, boys, kiss the cook, live laugh and love, please pass the pills
[Verse 3]
It’s only culture, it’s only culture
It’s only cu--u--ulture, sulfur, smoke, and soot
You learned to torture house cats like vultures
You cocked and sucked your lack of empathy,
Pulled the trigger with your foot to prove you’ve got-
[Chorus]
Gm Cm
Blood, didn’t they want your blood?
So why apologize for being blue and cold?
Gm Cm
Blood, didn’t they want your blood?
So don’t apologize for being blue and cold
|Gm | |Eb D |Gm |
[Verse 4]
It’s only culture, it’s only culture
It’s only ah, ah, ah, ah
N,C,
Culture’s not your friend
Hey, fuck your culture, I ain’t got no culture
It’s only culture, and it's more afraid of you than you are of it
D7
Go on, drink that-
[Chorus]
Gm Cm
Blood, didn’t they want your blood?
So why apologize when you turn blue and cold?
Gm Cm
Blood, didn’t they want your blood?
So don’t apologize for being blue and cold
[Bridge]
Gm
Were you Nabokov to a Salinger?
Gm
Jung to Freud or Dass to a Leary?
Gm
Were you mother, daughter, subject, and author?
Gm
You don’t make the rules, you just write them down and do it by the book you throw
around
[Love Me, Normally]
[Outro]
G G7
Do you know the difference between blazing trails and slash-and-burn?
C D
Going against the grain and catching splinters?
G G7
You pull out your Rorschach like a paint-by-numbers treasure map
The ink upon your jigsaw piece trace you back to your fingerprints
Well Lot he had his lot in life, Job his job and I guess you'll too, will die
The Lord looked down, said, “Hey, you’re only mortal”
C D B Em
Giveth and taketh away ‘til things come out a certain way
Leave you wondering when they might go back to normal
B C D#dim G
Leave you wondering why they can’t have just been normal...
[Piano Outro]
|G B |Em Eb | G~|
Key:
* - Single sturm
~ - Hold