Sub Urban - Cliché

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