Arcade Fire - The Suburbs (Mr Little Jeans Arcade Fire Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Kai Straw] I remember when mom got two jobs And my brother became my father 'Cause dad was gone most of the Time, I guess we'll raise ourselves Don't copy my brother to be a man Copy motherf**ing Peter Pan Whatever male figure comes in my life I'll pretend they are my motherf**ing dad But I've been drinking with friends Or smoking, whatever, depends I'm suburban, nothing threatens me But my parents, and they're not around my house They closed on me, crackers for every meal And that habit will stick to my 20s Reminding me of, what no one taught me And then there was god, who was watching me constant Some of us told that made me self-conscious Made me feel bad for wanting to f** Already had the kind of s**ual thought Since I was young it f**ed me up My friends started calling me f*ggot I f**ing hated it They pounded that sh** in my brain, and it stayed in it Funny what happens when so young Can poison the mind for so long Yelling 'suburban' sipping on bourbon Speaking with wisdom that we hadn't earned yet Who the f** were we Who the f** was I I remember the sound of my skateboard on the pavement The sun down, almost There was a purple haze Cross the rolling hills The night was coming soon The air against my face Was purifying, soothing [Verse 2: Kai Straw] And then there were moments Where the world seemed like we owned it Like it spun for us alone, around our homes Around those cul-de-sacs When we drove our dads car Cross that lonely ma** of boxes Holding broken homes Looking like some f**ed up 50s ad I see the mom is blonde she dyed it that Embarra**ed if they were, two kids There was probably a miscarriage And if the, dad is smiling behind his eyes He just isn't there Cause all he thinks is that he can't provide for his f**ing family With a lower-middle cla** b**h The consuming ma**es Advertise to me ba*tards I can take it, I've been f**ed my whole life by you ba*tards I'm a child without culture Without tradition I'm only A collage of the too much information I absorb I'm food for the core Community college was or Whatever needs mindless employment I'm suburban [Verse 3: Mr. Little Jeans] In the Suburbs I I learned to drive And you told me we'd never survive Grab your mother's keys, we're leaving You always seemed so sure That one day we'd be fightin' in the suburban war Your part of town against mine I saw you standing on The opposite shore But by the time the first bombs fell we were already bored We were Already Already Bored [Outro: Mr. Little Jeans] Sometimes I can't believe it I'm moving past the feeling Sometimes I can't believe it I'm moving past the feeling, again