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