Holiday in Suburbia (Where's the Fun) - Umläut

I run out of things to say

It won’t stop me though in any way

I don’t rush in head over heels

I tread water until time reveals

Oh oh.

And it shortens your breath

Filling out the void between your birth and death

And I cannot hit the booze

It hits me back quite hard — I tend to loose

So I just try to go by ear

Hide under covers until time is near

Oh oh, And it shortens your breath

Filling out the void between your birth and death

Uh, Just too much time here in suburbia

Switching between despair and megalomania

It’s to late for me to run

Carefull what you wish for son

Where’s the fun?

Run fast, hurry up and wait

Work hard maybe you’ll get paid

I would like to shine, not just stand in line

For some sort of sign, that this life I’ve got is mine!

But it’s racing this heart

Keep calm and keep smiling as I fall apart!

Uh, Just to much time here in suburbia

Switching between despair and megalomania

It’s to late for me to run

Carefull what you wish for son

Where’s the fun?