Lyrics

Suburbia Was A Drag

Music and Lyrics ©Miguel Lopes Capelo

It's a Texas style hold 'em up
On a river that runs right through it
Down to an angry sea
If I had known, would I have
Sat down at that table of misery

My friends all wear mustaches
My friends all look like me

Suburbia was a drag
I didn't have a clue
Until I lost what I had found
When they sold me down the river
When they sold me on a dream
Suburbia was a drag

And when I went down to the river
To see if I could be saved
The pastor told me:
Son, your crooked path has got a cost
He dunked me deep in that Holy Torture
For what seemed an eternity
Dragged me up onto my knees
With my head barely clearing the water
He said: Please son, for your own sake
Have you got something to confess?
I said yes sir, yes sir
Before you do me one last time, sir
Please go and call your daughter