Trite - Boyz in the Suburbs

[Sage Francis] I'm having identity crises. "No we're not." "yes we are." I'm having identity crises. "No we're not." "yes we are." I don't have a feeling that hasn't been felt, feeling on my felt tip, Showing my hand... revealing what i've dealt with. And how i'm dealing. cut the deck. evenly distribute the pieces Of shit talking during our disputes on weekends. We can sing along to each other's song, right? Even if the interpretation is wrong, right? Just make sure you don't bring the wrong mike, 'Cause i don't care about meeting a boyfriend we can all like (nah!). This song is called trite, hope ya like it. Could've substituted your name with the title but i decided that i'd keep it private. Violent dream sequences just seem endless. I can see myself making a heated entrance To your workplace with a smirk on my face. And a tongue in my cheek. and a gun in my reach. Sneaking naked photos of myself under the seats of your co-workers, Putting a knife to your throat and screaming out "i won't hurt her!" They're like, "let her go!" And i'm like, "let her grow!" Prisoners wouldn't listen to this. their rational side was out on a furlough. I like turbo-nuclear family affairs. I want a wife, a house, and two and a half mistresses to call when i'm not there. Then hang up the phone, and have my wife call up the phone company, And ask the phone company guy "why?" And he's like, "ma'am... well, maybe you just don't know how to talk." And she's like, "damn... well... wanna fuck me?" "Yeah of course." See? case closed. and he knows how to trace calls, So i can't make cranks saying, "i hate ya'll!" I throw baseballs at my mirror, break walls a tear a- Nother page out of my diary, throwing it from the eighth floor 'til i hear a Pin drop. unsuspecting pallbearers are in shock. They know i'm about to kill myself with a sling shot. They bring rocks for ammunition, Steal my lifetime magazines and then cancel my subscription. Their hands are just itching to scratch my clean records. My rap sheets are infected, now i can't be president? I just have to be elected! i ask for just a second chance. The answer back was "kid, you never did in the first place." Speaking of that, give me my blue ribbons back and anything that is mine. Waiting for a nice guy who can't make it to the finish line. When i die you won't recognize the picture buried inside the obituary, But it'll say, "bye, i miss you very much." I'm always one for last words at departing time, In a million years is when this dead star will shine. Say my fuckin' name. nope. say my fuckin' name. nope. You don't... know what to call me so you don't. You don't you don't call me. You don't you don't call me.

In the suburbs I, I learned to drive And you told me we'd never survive Grab your mother's keys, we're leaving You always seemed so sure That one day we'd be fighting In a suburban war Your part of town against mine I saw you standing on the opposite shore But by the time the first bombs fell We were already bored We were already, already bored Sometimes I can't believe it I'm moving past the feeling Sometimes I can't believe it I'm moving past the feeling again The kids want to be so hard But in my dreams we're still screaming And running through the yard When all of the walls that they built In the seventies finally fall And all of the houses they built In the seventies finally fall Meant nothing at all? Meant nothing at all It meant nothing Sometimes I can't believe it I'm moving past the feeling Sometimes I can't believe it I'm moving past the feeling And into the night So can you understand Why I want a daughter while I'm still young? I want to hold her hand And show her some beauty Before this damage is done But if it's too much to ask If it's too much to ask Then send me a son Under the overpass In the parking lot, we're still waiting It's already passed So move your feet from hot pavement And into the grass 'Cause it's already passed It's already, already passed Sometimes I can't believe it I'm moving past the feeling Sometimes I can't believe it I'm moving past the feeling again I'm moving past the feeling I'm moving past the feeling In my dreams we're still screaming We're still screaming We're still screaming