The suburbs fucked us up
I licked the crumbs up like a pup
The sadists spilled their Bud Lites
Right into my outstretched empty cup
We drank to classic rock
Enough to fill a Scottish loch
But who's counting
We were just fifteen years old
The future's hand lay dead and cold
Some of those guys did prison time
And some are wealthy now, I'm told
The math never adds up
But the years always catch up
So I stopped counting
There was a girl without a name
Without a face, without a shame
She stripped down to her skin
And treated it all just like a game
I batted last, I hit it out
To a holler, to a shout
My first and counting
When word got around at school
You know the suburbs are so cruel
This nameless, faceless girl
Was subjected to such ridicule
She left without a trace
Perhaps took a name, took a face
But I wouldn't count on it
I wonder where she is today
I wonder what she'd have to say
If I tracked her down somewhere
And asked if I could make it right some way
I hope she wouldn't know me
I hope she wouldn't show me
That it all counted
And now the day is almost done
I've spent so many on the run
You wouldn't guess but I'm as drawn
As the hammer of a gun
The truth won't set you free
The lies won't let you be
You can count on it
credits
from Reunion,
released February 20, 2021
Scott Schoenberg: Vocals, electric guitar, synthesizers
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