By friedman
Typical family in a town, our dreams with the top rolled down. Drive to the supermarket, travel up and down the aisles, past cereal for miles and miles and miles.
Stand in at the register, looking through the magazines, At julia and all them beauty queens, And ufo's in the usa and of bigfoot, madonna and elvis and jfk.
I know not alone. it's the same old story. This we call our home. it's a typical town. and we're a typical family.
Typical family in a town, up our kids in hand-me-downs. Drive 'em to league after school, Dance class, piano lessons, them to swim in the neighbor's pool.
up the paper, bringin' in the mail, Sort through the and the half-price discount sales. All we ever about is money and sex. Just hire a babysitter and your honey to the cineplex.
I know we're not alone. it's the old story. This place we call our home. it's a typical town. and a typical family.
Settle down for supper, off your shoes. Tuna surprise and the news. Help them with homework, spend some time with your kids. Play some video games and them to bed with a goodnight kiss.
Peace and at the end of the day. Turn on the tv and your cares away. All the wars and and assorted tragedies. Just God it didn't happen to you or me.
I know not alone. it's the same old story. This we call our home. it's a typical town. and we're a typical family.