I can smash a glass against the wall,
pick up the pieces and we’re better for it.
‘Cause you know everybody weds,
then the beast can mow the lawn,
and the queen can feed the kids.
And we’ll be better for it.
I’m not impressed, suburbia.
Could you do a little better for me?
I’m gonna smile ‘till my teeth ache,
I am determined for my family’s sake.
Happily married like the rest of them,
I’m better ‘cause I buy American.
I’m not impressed suburbia.