In a world where the mundane mingles with existential dread, Squid paints a picture of suburban stagnation and societal disillusionment. The lyrics echo the frustration of a generation that's smarter but still trapped in a cycle of economic and emotional inertia. Houseplants symbolize not just decoration, but the superficial attempts to mask deeper anxieties and fears—a "rotten cesspit" lurking beneath polished surfaces. Conversations about raises and daily routines reveal an underlying ennui that no amount of greenery can cure. The chorus becomes an anthem for those suffocating under the weight of unfulfilled dreams and societal expectations. #SuburbanDiscontent #ExistentialCrisis
Houseplants
Lyrics
Kids are getting smarter but the brain ain't getting cheaper
Zeitgeist operation and the skin is getting pinker
Houseplants in my future, houseplants to the skies
There's a rotten cesspit, fear in your eyes
Rotten cesspit, fear in your eyes
Houseplants, houseplants
We speak about our days, yeah, we speak about a raise
Everybody's bored, we're just too afraid to say
Houseplants in my future, houseplants to the skies
There's a rotten cesspit, fear in your eyes
Rotten cesspit, fear in your eyes
Rotten cesspit, fear in your eyes, Ooh
Houseplants, houseplants
Houseplants, houseplants
Houseplants, houseplants
Kids are getting smarter but the brain ain't getting cheaper
Zeitgeist operation and the skin is getting pinker
Houseplants, houseplants
We speak about our days, yeah, we speak about a raise
Everybody's bored, we're just too afraid to say
Houseplants, houseplants
We squeeze it at night, oh, we squeeze it so tight
We squeeze it at night and it's getting so tight
Houseplants, houseplants
Gardens ain't a saviour, decoration ain't behaviour
Gardens ain't a saviour, decoration ain't behaviour
Gardens ain't a saviour, decoration ain't behaviour
Gardens ain't a saviour, gardens ain't a saviour
Gardens ain't a saviour, oh, gardens ain't a saviour
Gardens ain't a saviour, gardens ain't a saviour
Gardens ain't a saviour, gardens ain't a saviour
Houseplants, houseplants
Houseplants, houseplants
Houseplants, houseplants
Houseplants
Houseplants
And I've spent my time looking for a future that doesn't exist
This is my beautiful house and I can't afford to live in it
Money for the (?) 1970's (?)
Children's television
We're still Making Plans For Nigel
Middle England
General conversation in a sympathetic tone
Chimps are being killed with your other hand
This is how the other half live
Green fingers, my friends are (?)
Career driven
Guided by oxygen
Or maybe I'm just lazy
Houseplants, houseplants
Writer(s): Anton Pearson, Laurie Nankivell, Louis Borlase, Oliver Judge
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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