Sex And Suburban Suicide

I was always a little nervous, but I hoped it wouldn't show
As I learned to shake Martini, you're surprised I didn't know
We used my imagination, used your provincial style
We used the old man's money, laughed and said he had a pile
The sun cuts through the curtains, catches you lyin' on the floor
Rubbed my eyes to see more clearly, walked through the open door
Decarpeted my words as I shouted out your name
Sound so dead and muffled, so I screamed your name again

Our love died
Sex and suburban suicide
Our love died
Sex and suburban suicide
Sex and suburban suicide
Sex and suburban suicide

Your accent was so strange that I just couldn't place it
You were so much older, you said, "Baby, we can make it"
Our luscious little secret, thought the neighbors never saw
Looking through the windows, they gossiped, "She's such a whore"

Our love died
Sex and suburban suicide
Our love died
Sex and suburban suicide
Sex and suburban suicide
Sex and suburban suicide

Disco dust and TV lust has left you feeling oh-so rough
Empty boxes, pills used up, I guess you had enough
Missed by Kieran, Kevin, who didn't wanna see
He really couldn't handle a death in the family

Our love died
Sex and suburban suicide
Our love died
Sex and suburban suicide
Sex and suburban suicide
Sex and suburban suicide
Our love died
Sex and suburban suicide
Our love died
Sex and suburban suicide
Sex and suburban suicide
Sex and suburban suicide
Sex and suburban suicide