The Suburbs (We Can't Complain)

Now I’m not saying it’s your fault
I feel I’m rumbling to explode
This house don’t feel like mine no more
Just scratching around for something more
And Emily don’t show no disgrace
But sorrow lies behind her face
She just don’t want to pretend no more
But takes it out scrubbing the kitchen floor
And though I’ve tried to get out, I can’t keep away
And I’ve been thrown out cause I can’t afford to pay
From domestic silence to high street violence
I can’t be led astray
I’ve seen their lives seep into pavement stones
But still we can’t complain, we can’t complain
A Mother’s pride, daughter and son
If only she’d seen what we’d become
And Father don’t say that much no more
He’s living a life he wished he’d never asked for
And he tried to get out but was made to stay
More mouths to feed now and more bills to pay
From the office flirt to the shop girl smirk
He wishes he could betray
The urge to fight for those laddered tights
But still we can’t complain, we can’t complain