Siddhartha's of Suburbia

Time killed the rebel that could not change with time
And fashion placed a flower at the image in our mind
Of the switchblade saint surrounded
carving out his prose
And mumbling what he knows
SiddHartha’s of Suburbia
Stop wasting your words
convincing yourself that no one hurts
And dance away your death
and don’t be alarmed there’s nothing left
It’s all right
The archetype of rock-n-roll is dying in his bed
While the debutantes deny it and set their clocks ahead
Cause every night is New Years and everyday is dull
Long live rock-n-roll
SiddHartha’s of Suburbia
Stop wasting your words
convincing yourself that no one hurts
And dance away your death
and don’t be alarmed there’s nothing left
It’s all right
BRIDGE: They used to say the world was flat
if you went too far you’d fall
Just beyond the cul-de-sac,
the houses and the mall it’s beautiful
The future is a stereo that eats your favorite tapes
The soundtrack to your youth that cannot be replaced
So hold on to every song before they disappear
Your future almost here
SiddHartha’s of Suburbia
Stop wasting your words
convincing yourself that no one hurts
And dance away your death
and don’t be alarmed there’s nothing left
It’s all right
Just hold on tight,
Just hold on tight