Born to Die in Suburbia

I live on a small street
Where we all know one another
And I live up in the attic
Of my father and my mother’s
Everyone here keeps a close eye on me
Make sure I eat right and I sleep right
And before bed I brush my teeth
Born to die in suburbia
I’m born to die in suburbia
I’m born to die
And you know what I don’t mind
I’m born to die in suburbia
Lately I don’t get out too much
I’m happier inside
Sometimes I don’t leave my room for weeks at a time
Sometimes I sin
But I’ll never get caught
If the skeletons in my closet could talk
You know I’d be locked up cuz I’m
Born to die in suburbia
I’m born to die in suburbia
I’m born to die
And you know what I don’t mind
I’m born to die in suburbia
I’m born to die in suburbia
I’m born to die in suburbia
I’m born to die
Never get out alive
I’m born to die in suburbia