Текст: Ben Folds. Rockin' The Suburbs. Not The Same.

You took a trip and climbed a tree

At Robert Sledge's party

And there you stayed 'till morning came

And you were not the same after that



You gave your life to Jesus Christ

And after all your friends went home

You came down, you looked around

And you were not the same after that



(Ahhh ahhh)

You were not the same after that

(Ahhh ahhh)

You were not the same after that



You see 'em drop like flies from the bright sunny skies

They come knocking at your door with this look in their eyes

You've got one good trick and you're hanging on you're hanging on...

To it



You took the word and made it heard

And eased the people's pain and for that

You were idolised, immortalised

And you were not the same after that



Walking tall, you'd bought it all

And you were not the same after that

Till someone died on the waterslide

And you were not the same after that



You see 'em drop like flies from the bright sunny skies

They come knocking at your door with this look in their eyes

You've got one good trick and you're hanging on you're hanging on to it



(ooh ooh ooh ooh)

(YOU WERE NOT THE SAME!)



You see 'em drop like flies from the bright sunny skies

They come knocking at your door with this look in their eyes

You've got one good trick and you're hanging on you're hanging on:



You're hanging on:

You're hanging on: