there’s no sidewalk here. no one’s poor enough to walk.
two-car garages here, and room for one on the road.

we’re in this cul de sac, now we can’t go back to the real world.
‘cos there’s no sidewalk here.

and we don’t play outside because we’re afraid to fall off the front lawn onto the freeway.

it’s a modern kind of enslavement,
caged by these ribbons of pavement.

it’s like bomb shelter security, no one’s getting in or out.
we’re safe now, you and me, with no one to worry about.
‘cos they sure as hell aren’t walking way out here.

and we don’t play outside because we’re afraid to fall off the front lawn onto the freeway.