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Ride 'em mower with my Walkman on On a football field-sized lawn Listening to my favorite song, I'm singing Probably out of tune But I might as well be on the moon One small step for me And a smaller step for mankind Fill the sprinkler systems up With gasoline, suburbia Is on fire, set the children free Our parents are forming a bucket brigade In the pools we've got it made She's got on her bikini Her legs are wrapping around me As my eyes fill with chlorine I can see her smiling down at me Fill the water supply up With gasoline, suburbia Is on fire, set the children free Like the copters pulling in the National Guard We just didn't want to rake the yards Growing older shouldn't be so hard SongtexteThey're taking into evidence our record collections They're trying to make connections Should take a look at their own reflections We are filling up their coffee cups With gasoline, suburbia Is on fire, set the children free Aus Songtexte Mania