Same old boring
Sunday morning
Old man's out
washing the car
Mum's in the kitchen
cooking Sunday dinner,
her best meal
Phone in while it lasts
Johnny's upstairs in his
bedroom sitting in the dark
Annoying the neighbours
with his fun rock
electric guitar
This is the sound
This is the sound of the suburbs
This is the sound of the suburbs
Every lousy Monday morning
Heathrow jets go crashing
over our home
Ten o'clock Broadmoor
siren driving me mad
Won't leave me alone
The woman next door
just sits there from the side
She hasn't come out once
ever since her husband died
This is the sound
This is the sound of the suburbs
This is the sound of the suburbs
Useless words, yes
I wanna be free
Now they want anarchy
They play too fast,
they play out of tune
Practice in
Melina's bedroom
Drums quite good,
the bass is too loud
And I can't hear the words
This is the sound
This is the sound of the suburbs
This is the sound of the suburbs
Saturday morning families
yob has crowded out the
centre of town
Young blokes sittin' on the
benches shoutin' at the
young girls walking around
And Johnny stands there
at his window looking
at the night
I said, oh once your mess
came through there's
nothing new
That's right!
This is the sound of the suburbs
This is the sound of the suburbs
This is the sound
This is the sound
This is the sound
This is the sound
This is the sound
This is the sound
This is the sound
This is the
souwowwowwow
wowwowwound!
This is the sound
This is the sound of the suburbs
Carry you home
This is the sound of the suburbs
yyyyyeah
This is the sound of the suburbs
The one that I want
This is the sound of the suburbs