This is a song about "Livin in the suberbs"

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

I don't have pussy on my lap, or bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on.

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I'm livin in the the 20th century

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Livin in the thrill, got me askin "is it real?"

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

I'll then be reborn livin vivid in the chants of my fans,

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Probably, in a odyssey, so im livin mindlessly.

I'm livin' on the edge,

I'm making moves, check my french

Where it's all about the cautious livin'

You just working with the scraps you was given