Suburban Superstar (Strung Out On Strong Island)

Fake flippers and nickel bag bitches

Oxi cotton itches and friends turned tto snitches

Suburban superstar in your daddy's car

Pushin' cut yayo in your lo-cal bar

The day came you tried to step up your game

Featherweight prick tried to pass of a brick

The hard way aint no place for a fake

Picket white cheer smells of fresh green fear give it up

Give it up

Give it up

Sheltered generation instagation frustration

A saint like life destroyed in a night

prescription hiding idols sedated a recitals

Producing future generations of unkempt denail

Don't send a child to do a man's work

You'll be living in a box six feet under the dirt

Don't believe everything you see on TV

'Cause the day is gonna come when you meet somebody just like me

Ruthless decimators devoures of youth

No mortal coil while disposing

'Cause this place is dark and it's where you'll stay

Like so many before you in these dead in days