Suburbia Overture / Greetings From Mary Bell Township! / (Vampire) Culture / Love Me, Normally

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C           F           Dm          Bb
Do-wop, ba, do-wop, ba, do-wop, ba, do, ba-ba-ba
C           F           Dm         Bb
Do-wop, ba, do-wop, ba, do-wop, ba
C
Good morning!
F            Dm
White picket fences
Bb              C
Barbed wire and trenches
         F
Trick or treat
Dm
Merry Christmas
Bb
Howdy, neighbor
C
Thank you Jesus
F              A           Dm           G
Oh, what is he building in that painted lady?
  Bb                           C
A participation trophy wife or blonde, blue-eyed baby?
F             Dm
Wide-eyed and wired
    Bb                      C
The snap-crackle-pop of the Geiger
F                         Dm
Camouflage billboards for lead-lined Brooks Brothers
    Bb                    C
You elbow the jukebox and sing "Duck and Cover"
    F             A                 Dm             G
And breed out our incisors, feed on white wine and Pfizer
   Bb                              C
It don't look like survival, b-but buy now or die
       F  Dm  Bb
Suburbia
C              F  Dm  Bb
You're not alone
C              F  Dm  Bb
The lights are o  o   on
Bbm          F
But no one's home
C
So, welcome home
F              Dm
Meyers-briggs, OK-ULTRA
        Bb                      C
Takes a village to fake a whole culture
     F                           Dm
Your ear to the playground, your eye on the ball
     Bb                       C
Your head in the gutter, your brains on the wall, oh well
F                 A
Home is where the heart is
          Dm                   G7
You ain't homeless, but you're heartless
         Bb
It's the safest on the market
        C                          C
But you still gotta watch where you park it
          F               Dm
So give me your half-life crisis
      Bb                            C
I can tell that you know where paradise is
      F                    Dm
Where parasites don't care what your blood type is
     Bb                 C
Only pheromones and serotonin decide
        F           A              Dm           G
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
       F  Dm  Bb
Suburbia
C           F   Dm  Bb
Where you belong
C              F  Dm  Bb
The lights are o  o   on
C            F
But no one’s home
Bbm         F
So, welcome home
Bb              Bbm                      F
Ch-ch-chameleon peacocks are talk of the town
                          Dm         A
Well, word gets around on hit number stations
   Dm       D
He cums radiation
    Gm            Dm            Bb            Eb
The dog bites the postman while basement eyes dream
     Bb                            F
Of a night at the drive-in with an AR-15
( Gm  Eb  D  Gm  Eb )
             Gm
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
            Gm
Smell those screaming teenage sweetbreads on the 4th of July grill
          Gm                                        Gm
Smile and wave, boys, kiss the cook, live laugh and love
                Gm
Please pass the pills
          Eb
It's only culture
          Eb
It's only culture

Gm
Sulfur, smoke, and soot
               Eb                       Eb
You learned to torture house cats, like vultures
               D
You cocked and sucked your lack of empathy
           D                 D
Pulled the trigger with your foot to prove you've got
Gm
Blood
                      Cm
Didn't they want your blood?
        D7                          Gm
So why apologize for being blue and cold?
Gm
Blood
                      Cm
Didn't they want your blood?
          D                           Gm
So don't apologize for being blue and cold
( Gm  Eb  D  Gm )
          Eb                 Eb
It’s only culture, it’s only culture
          Gm
It’s only ah, ah, ah, ah
Culture’s not your friend
               Eb                      Eb
Hey, fuck your culture, I ain’t got no culture
          D7                                                   D7
It’s only culture, and it's more afraid of you than you are of it
        D7
Go on, drink that-
Gm
Blood
                      Cm
Didn’t they want your blood?
        D7                              Gm
So why apologize when you turn blue and cold?
Gm                           Cm
Blood, didn’t they want your blood?
          D                           Gm
So don’t apologize for being blue and cold
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
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
    C                                Cm               D
The ink upon your jigsaw piece trace you back to your fingerprints
     C              D                    G
Well Lot he had his lot in life, Job his job and I guess you'll
E
Too, will die
    Am                       D                G       B
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
          C                   D                G
Leave you wondering when they might go back to normal
B         C                  D#°                  G
Leave you wondering why they can’t have just been normal