Letra de Dinner At Eight In The Suburbs

This is the proper place where I'm growing older without grace And all of the people seem contented with the urban routine Cause the backdrop fell on my closing evening And the actresses left for the farewell party And I left the timberline for oil slicks and parking fines And I found that its too late to read you the lease at 113A Ellis All the punker kids need to be home by 7 Cause theres dinner at eight in the suburbs With sister and father and mother I wanted to end it there, to save myself for once and for all But it turns out, its not that good Now im stuck, summer turns to fall This is the proper place where im growing older without grace And all of the people seem contented with the urban routine