suburbia overture
Will Wood and the Tapeworms Lyrics


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White picket fences
Barbed wire and trenches
Trick or treat. Merry Christmas
Howdy neighbor. Thank you Jesus
What is he building in that painted lady
A participation trophy wife or blonde, blue-eyed baby
Wide-eyed and wired
The snap-crackle-pop of the Geiger
Camouflage billboards for lead-lined Brooks Brothers
You elbow the jukebox and sing "Duck and Cover"
And breed out our incisors, feed on white wine and Pfizer
It don't look like survival, but buy now or die
Suburbia
You're not alone
The lights are on
But no one's home
So, welcome home
Meyers-Briggs, OK-ULTRA
Takes a village to fake a whole culture
Your ear to the playground, your eye on the ball
Your head in the gutter, your brains on the wall
Home is where the heart is
You ain't homeless, but you're heartless
It's the safest on the market
But you still gotta watch where you park it
So give me your half-life crisis
I can tell that you know where paradise is
Where parasites don't care what your blood type is
Only pheromones and serotonin decide
If it's true that a snowflake only matters in a blizzard
Everyone knows that nobody knows that
Everybody's all up in my, everybody's all up in my
Everybody's all up in my business
Suburbia
Where you belong
The lights are on
But no one's home
So, welcome home
Chameleon peacocks are talk of the town
Well word gets around on
Hit Number Stations
He comes radiation
The dog bites the postman while basement eyes dream
Of a night at the drive-in with an AR-15
I dropped my eyeballs in the bonfire, we fucked on a bed of nails
I caught Kuru from your sister and died laughing in jail
Smell those screaming teenage sweetbreads on the 4th of July grill
Smile and wave, boys. Kiss the cook
Live laugh and love. Please pass the pills
It's only culture. It's only culture
It's only culture – sulfur, smoke, and soot
You learned to torture house cats. Like vultures
You cocked and sucked your lack of empathy
Pulled the trigger with your foot to prove you've got
Blood. Didn't they want your blood
So why apologize for being blue and cold
Blood. Didn't they want your blood
So don't apologize for being blue and cold
It's only culture. It's only culture. It's only
Culture's not your friend
Hey, fuck your culture. I ain't got no culture
It's only culture, and it's more afraid of you than you are of it
Go on, drink that
Blood. Didn't they want your blood
So why apologize when you turn blue and cold
Blood. Didn't they want your blood
So don't apologize for being blue and cold
Were you Nabokov to a Salinger
Were you Jung to Freud or Dass to a Leary
Were you mother, daughter, subject, and author
You don't make the rules, you just write them down and
Do it by the book you throw around
Do you know the difference between blazing trails and slash-and-burn
Going against the grain and catching splinters
You pull out your Rorschach like a paint-by-numbers treasure map
The ink upon on your jigsaw piece traces you back to your fingerprints
Well Lot he had his lot in life, Job his job and I guess you'll too, and die
The Lord looked down, said, "hey, you're only mortal"
Giveth and taketh away 'till things come out a certain way




Leave you wondering when they might go back to normal
Leave you wondering why they can't have just been normal

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Will Wood's song Love Me Normally describe a dystopian suburban culture. The first verse contrasts images of idyllic suburbia with more sinister ones, such as barbed wire and trenches. The second verse describes the pressure to conform, using examples of popular personality tests and the need to fake culture in order to fit in. The chorus notes that the lights are on but nobody's home, alluding to the shallow nature of suburban life. The third verse describes the brutality and emptiness of this culture, with references to radiation and torture of animals. The final lyrics confront the notion of normalcy and the pressures to fit in, posing the question of whether it's worth sacrificing individuality and authenticity for the sake of conformity.


Overall, the lyrics of Love Me Normally are a commentary on the homogeneity of suburban culture and the pressures to conform to societal norms. This commentary is paired with vivid imagery and a haunting melody, making for a powerful and thought-provoking musical experience.


Line by Line Meaning

White picket fences
Typical, suburban homes with cosmetic fencing


Barbed wire and trenches
The reality of living in the suburbs is not as safe and secure as it seems


Trick or treat. Merry Christmas
The consumerism associated with holidays in the suburbs


Howdy neighbor. Thank you Jesus
The surface-level friendliness and fake religiosity of suburban communities


What is he building in that painted lady
The curiosity and gossip that runs rampant in small suburban neighborhoods


A participation trophy wife or blonde, blue-eyed baby
The societal pressures and expectations of starting a family and the desire for the perfect spouse and child


Wide-eyed and wired
Living life in a constant state of anxiety and stress


The snap-crackle-pop of the Geiger
Living in a potentially dangerous environment with radiation and pollution, as represented by the Geiger counter


Camouflage billboards for lead-lined Brooks Brothers
The destructive effects of marketing, advertising, and capitalism on suburban life


You elbow the jukebox and sing "Duck and Cover"
The false sense of security and shelter that suburban life provides


And breed out our incisors, feed on white wine and Pfizer
The effects of Western consumerism on lifestyle, as shown through the emphasis on dental makeovers and pharmaceuticals


It don't look like survival, but buy now or die
The message of capitalism and consumerism is to buy and consume more, despite the consequences


Suburbia
The name for this superficial, anxious way of life


You're not alone
The idea that many others are living the same way


The lights are on
The appearance of happiness and contentment


But no one's home
The truth beneath this façade


So, welcome home
An ironic welcome to a place that is far from welcoming


Meyers-Briggs, OK-ULTRA
A reference to personality testing and government mind control experiments, further highlighting the anxiety and paranoia of suburban life


Takes a village to fake a whole culture
The effort people put into pretending their culture and lifestyle are perfect and better than others


Your ear to the playground, your eye on the ball
The focus on children's activities and safety in the suburbs


Your head in the gutter, your brains on the wall
The reality of drug addiction and substance abuse in the suburbs


Home is where the heart is
The surface-level sentiment that suggests that homes are filled with love and warmth


You ain't homeless, but you're heartless
The idea that suburban life can turn people cold and detached, despite their comfortable homes


It's the safest on the market
The emphasis on safety and security, although this is not always true


But you still gotta watch where you park it
Even in safe areas, there are still potential dangers to be aware of


So give me your half-life crisis
The longing for something genuine and real in a superficial world


I can tell that you know where paradise is
The search for something that feels like paradise or true happiness


Where parasites don't care what your blood type is
The rejection of societal and cultural norms


Only pheromones and serotonin decide
The idea that emotions and chemistry are more important than societal expectations


If it's true that a snowflake only matters in a blizzard
A metaphor that highlights the idea that individuals are more significant when they band together with others


Everyone knows that nobody knows that
A commentary on the uncertainty and falsehoods that surround suburban life


Everybody's all up in my, everybody's all up in my
The invasion of privacy and constant scrutiny in a small community


Everybody's all up in my business
The constant judgment and gossip in suburban neighborhoods


Where you belong
An apparent sense of belonging in a community


Chameleon peacocks are talk of the town
The emphasis on appearances and status symbols in the suburbs


Well word gets around on
The rapid spread of gossip and rumors in close-knit communities


Hit Number Stations
References to secret radio stations and conspiracy theories that are rumored to exist


He comes radiation
The dangers of living near radiation and other environmental risks


The dog bites the postman while basement eyes dream
The presence of danger and fear in suburban neighborhoods, with many hidden behind closed doors


Of a night at the drive-in with an AR-15
The glorification of violent, dangerous behavior


I dropped my eyeballs in the bonfire, we fucked on a bed of nails
An absurd, nonsensical line that reflects the surreal nature of suburban life


I caught Kuru from your sister and died laughing in jail
A completely nonsensical line that further drives home the surreal nature of the song


Smell those screaming teenage sweetbreads on the 4th of July grill
A reference to the tradition of grilling meat on holidays, with the added element of teenage angst and rebellion


Smile and wave, boys. Kiss the cook
The traditional gender roles and expectations in suburban households


Live laugh and love. Please pass the pills
The use of pharmaceuticals to cope with the stresses of suburban life


It's only culture. It's only culture
The idea that many aspects of suburban life are simply cultural norms and expectations


It's only culture – sulfur, smoke, and soot
Suburbia's pollution and environmental impact, alongside the other cultural expectations


You learned to torture house cats. Like vultures
The cruelty and abuse that can occur in suburban homes


You cocked and sucked your lack of empathy
The point that suburban life can lead to sociopathy and a lack of empathy for others


Pulled the trigger with your foot to prove you've got
A commentary on the toxic masculinity and pride present in suburban neighborhoods


Blood. Didn't they want your blood
The consuming, damaging aspects of suburban life


So why apologize for being blue and cold
An indictment of the pressures and expectations of suburban life


Blood. Didn't they want your blood
A repetition of the theme of consuming and destroying aspects of life


So don't apologize for being blue and cold
A call to be true to oneself and not apologize for not fitting in with suburban norms


Were you Nabokov to a Salinger
A reference to two famous writers, questioning whether the listener is an intellectual like Nabokov or more simple like Salinger


Were you Jung to Freud or Dass to a Leary
A similar question, asking whether the listener is more analytical and intellectual or less so


Were you mother, daughter, subject, and author
Questioning the listener's sense of identity


You don't make the rules, you just write them down and
The idea that those in power make the rules and the rest of us are simply followers


Do it by the book you throw around
Following the rules and expectations that are thrust upon us


Do you know the difference between blazing trails and slash-and-burn
The question of whether one is making meaningful progress or simply destroying everything in their path


Going against the grain and catching splinters
The difficulties of going against societal expectations and suffering the consequences


You pull out your Rorschach like a paint-by-numbers treasure map
Using the Rorschach test to try to find meaning and direction in a confusing world


The ink upon on your jigsaw piece traces you back to your fingerprints
Every action and decision you make can ultimately be traced back to you


Well Lot he had his lot in life, Job his job and I guess you'll too, and die
A statement about the inevitability of death and the cyclical nature of life


The Lord looked down, said, "hey, you're only mortal"
A reference to the Bible and the idea that humans are imperfect and mortal


Giveth and taketh away 'till things come out a certain way
The belief that fate and external forces play a role in our lives


Leave you wondering when they might go back to normal
The uncertainty and possibility of things returning to a state of normalcy




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Written by: Will Wood

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