(Peters)



Life is so boring

Out of Suburbia

You tend to forget you're alive at all

Houses are piled up high

Reaching out for the sky

They make you feel so very small



No one's out there in the streets

There is not a soul to meet



Vintage violence

Midnight fever

Restlessness is all I know

Smash up the windows

Tear down the buildings

Should have done so long ago



Seems the world is standing still

I feel at home in the subway

It's staying under the ground

Don't wanna see this dirty old town



Some speak about changing

And rearranging

A better world for you and I

Static structures

Concrete jungles

Don't believe their dirty lies



Vintage violence get them all

Vintage violence get them all