Lyrics:
Suburban Plight Shopping Cart Suicide

Its cold inside my mind Winter has arrived All the trees are dead outside And all that I have with me Is this heaping plate of apathy To keep me warm

Anthems crumble Resistance waning Eerie shrill silence White flags waving Grey flannel dissidents are always aware Burdens of loneliness are too hard

The blades of grass are crying foul To the roots in whom they doubt Can save them even now The grains of sand that sit and shake In the shadows of the

Here we come Down the street Here we come down the street in our big shiney yellow machine Here we come down the street in our big shiney bristled machine