Cliché - Sub Urban

Clichés everywhere

But we don’t care

But we don’t care at all, no

You’re getting stale, you’re blue

But you can’t spare

But you can’t spare the trouble

Dysfunctional family, you live in the suburbs

One child, no siblings, you have a strict mother

You want a new face

You want a new face, oh-oh

You’re constantly bored and alone, no new friends

You can’t think you’re depressed, but you can’t find the meanings

It’s not just a phase

It’s the lifestyle, just wave, oh-oh

Clichés everywhere

But we don’t care

But we don’t care at all, no

You’re getting stale, you’re blue

But you can’t spare

But you can’t spare the trouble

You buy roses on your first date

You wanna make her laugh just to soften her face

She doesn’t really talk much, compliment her good looks

Next you know, you’re fuckin' on the couch, no foreplay

You’re fucking cliché, you had a bad day

You walk home in the rain and feel emotionally drained

You wanna feel the cold tide, mix it with some red wine

Waiting for a call back from the 'maginary friend line

Yeah

Clichés everywhere

But we don’t care

But we don’t care at all, no

You’re getting stale, you’re blue

But you can’t spare

But you can’t spare the trouble

We like long walks on the beach

And sand beneath our feet (Oh-oh)

Got a damsel in distress

And a hero to make the leap (Oh-oh)

Love triangle at its best

Case of mistaken identity (Oh-oh)

You think you’re all original (Oh-oh)

But you’ll never be unique

Clichés everywhere

But we don’t care

But we don’t care at all, no

You’re getting stale, you’re blue

But you can’t spare

But you can’t spare the trouble