Critters Lyrics & Chords By Firing Squad

I live in a mansion across from the parkway -
Real estate values are a tricky, tricky thing, love.
I live in a shanty shack up in the beltway,
There are people all around me.
We burn our compost outside of the cul-de-sac
So all the fumes keep away all the pesky, pesky little critters.
Our parents dreamt for us, held us so dearly.
We're all just spoiled, pesky little critters.

Let's take a walk through the parking lot (our summer recreation camp).
Some times kept out, some times left in, it's our inaction.
We burn our compost outside of the cul-de-sac
So all the fumes keep away all the pesky, pesky little critters.
Our parents dreamt for us, held us so dearly.
We're all just spoiled, spoiled, pesky little critters.

I walk around this neighborhood,
I can't believe my fucking eyes.
But we won't play your game.
We're not playing! We're not!