Three houses down, theyve got it made theyre living fine

How did I miss this, when living right was so close to mine

I think I will try to look inside


Inside their house, this isnt what I thought Id find

They hate each other but they know theyve got to look right


In our perfect town, our neighbors frown on breaking unsaid rules

If you mow your lawn on Sundays, well take your kids out of school


Four houses down, three kids living in a broken home

Their parents screwed them over and its all that they know

They tried to make this work so theyd look good for the neighborhood


They tried and failed for selfish reasons, they thought they could get away with treason

To the family that they made, together in this perfect place


Were all marching to the same drummer

The beat in our head keeps us much dumber

Than the rest of humanity and still we try to be

Perfect at our best, forget the rest of them


We know how to live, you keep it all inside until you blow up

Its better this way and well never change even if it doesnt make sense