Paradise's Cost

Long commutes, traffic jams Accelerate, then on the brakes slam The drive to work takes its toll Nagging questions nibble at the soul Then it's stride into work with a confident air Lowered heads signal you'd better beware The mood all-too-often stressed-out despair By noon you're ready to tear out your hair After lunch's not much better, then back into the car Never have eighteen lousy miles seemed so far Your mind still at work or on the endless back-up At home trouble's brewing. Are you ready to crack up You burst through the door, just happy to be there Wondering why no greetings, just angry glares Domestic turbulence permeates the room You just can't cope with all this gloom and doom... Ah, life in the suburbs, the great American Dream! Merrily, merrily, spirits exhausted, swimming upstream