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• Number Sixteen

Let’s take a look on down the
street
To find the houses in a
row
Faces painted white so
pretty
Wrapped and topped with a
bow
Pretty neighbors smiling at
you
Morning breaks another
day
This is suburbia my
friend
What’s going on inside
anyway?
Let’s take a look at
number sixteen
Dog is barking on
the lawn
Flowers in the window
sill
Nothing really going on
Or
so it seems let’s look inside
Oh
what have we here?
Wife Susan is
in tears
She’s crying on her bed
in fear
And where is husband
John
In this sad and somber
scene?
Why screaming at his wife
of course
Crying about mediocrity

Well I can’t stand the
fakes
Or what they take
The
show is splashed over our eyes
I
can’t believe that just down the
street
People scream people
cry
Just like number
sixteen…

And where is sister
Sarah while mom and dad
fight?
Why shooting up with her
“friends”
Peer pressure prevails
it seems at night
Disregarding
curfew is the least of her concern

That bloody needle in her
arm
That thrill that careless
endless burn
Shame they didn’t
care about her
When they had the
chance
Yeah they were too busy
screaming
In a fucking useless
trance
Poor girl is trying to
make sense of it all
She’s
falling into the pits of
sorrow
When she didn’t choose to
fall
If only there were a way
To
get it through there heads
The
fighting wont solve anything
Now
silly Sarah is as good as
dead

Well I can’t stand the
fakes
Or what they take
The show
is splashed over our eyes
I can’t
believe that just down the
street
People scream people
cry
Just like number
sixteen…

Lets take a step back
as we're falling apart
And see
what we got in here
Well There's
a family in pieces on the
floor
Oh my fucking dear
Sarah's
shooting up while mom and dad yell

the dog
is locked outside
This
is a house thats built on

mistrust
this is a house thats
built on lies
god only knows how
long it'll be
before they all
implode
divorce drugs and demise

yeah that's how it always
goes

Well I…
Well I can’t
stand the fakes
Or what they
take
The show is splashed over
our eyes
I can’t believe that
just down the street
People
scream people cry
Just like
number sixteen…


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