Suburban Bliss Songtext
von Edith Backlund

So this home became our nation
As the couch became our home
We′re an army left defenseless
Stuck with pizza and mobile phones

And the sun got lost in flickers
We got settled in our rush
We are insatiable hunger
Restless slumber, skin and touch

Suburban bliss
Suburban bliss
Memories of times we used to kiss
Suburban bliss
Suburban bliss


And the night is getting closer
We watch pay-per-view TV
In this war of information
We keep looking, we don't know

Suburban bliss
Suburban bliss
Memories of times we used to kiss
Suburban bliss
Suburban bliss
Memories of times we used to kiss
Suburban bliss
Suburban bliss

Suburban bliss
Suburban bliss

So this home became our nation
And the couch became our home
We′re a tired generation
Stuck with pizza, all alone