white boy pain Shake your booty while the band complains I'm rockin' the suburbs Just like Michael Jackson did I'm rockin' the suburbs Except that he was talented I'm rockin' the suburbs
Home, sweet home Let me take a drink of my fuckin' bud light Yo, Richter, light that joint Yo, X, turn the porch light on Welcome to the suburbs, where
oh, oh, I'm a dreadlock of the suburbs And oh, oh, I'm a dreadlock of the suburbs And oh, oh, I'm a dreadlock of the suburbs Because oh, oh, I'm a Rastafarian
your face! [Chorus:] This is the sound of the suburbs of the city This is the sound of the suburbs on the street This is the sound of the suburbs of
Out on my own In the suburbs of Moscow Out in the rain Walking down this long avenue Out to the crowds in the square Feelings are high everywhere But
re rocking the suburbs Around the block just one more time We're rocking the suburbs Cause I can't tell which house is mine We're rocking the suburbs
They put disguises today To hide the scarlet letters That each of us has put so far away In this witch trial, modern day Despite this, it seems that
the North and West Teens in the suburbs I?m popular because I?m clinically depressed Teens in the suburbs Teens in the suburbs Teens in the suburbs Teens in the suburbs
In the suburbs I I learned to drive And you told me we'd never survive Grab your mother's keys we're leavin' You always seemed so sure That one day we
If I could have it back All the time that we wasted I'd only waste it again If I could have it back You know I'd love to waste it again Waste it again
pain, Shake your booty while the band complains. I'm rockin the suburbs, just like Michael Jackson did, I'm rockin the suburbs, except that he was talented. I'm rockin the suburbs
. Another night, another stage and a microphone; I've got bones made of iron and veins full of acetone. I turn everything I touch to gold; it's arson in the suburbs
Home sweet home let me take a drink of my fuckin bud light yo richter light that joint yo X turn the porch light on welcome to the Suburbs where the
Before the blackened walls, this picket white protection serves as a constant curtain to the things a child sees. And blaming innocence, for what you'
They put on disguises today To hide the scarlet letters That each of us has put so far away In this which trial Modern day Despite this it seems that
Why can't things be as easy as they once were. It pains me to say, but I don't love you anymore. It was great while it lasted but things had changed so
Traducción: The Arcade Fire. Subúrbios.