Born to Die in Suburbia - Night Birds

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