Welcome to Suburbia, I call it my life

Step inside for a drink, come and meet my wife

Our two boys, Dave and John, are outside on the lawn

Rolling in the residue of the local Biocide



Step into the living room, come look at the view

Birds once fed at the the bird feeders hung in front of you

The spraying planes flew overhead, and now all the birds are dead

How about another taste of some Insecticide



Carcinogenic droplets are blanketing the ground

Killing off the fauna, killing off the town

Listen to what the TV says, you'll end up picking up carcasses

I'll lead you to the door to face a new kind of Homicide