The Sound of the Suburbs

Same old boring Sunday morning
Old man's out washing the car
Mum's in the kitchen cooking Sunday dinner
Her best meal, moaning while it lasts
Johnny's upstairs in his bedroom sitting in the dark
Annoying the neighbours with his punk 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 my home
Ten o'clock and the Broadmoor Siren
Driving me mad, won't leave me alone
The woman next door just sits inside and cries
She hasn't come out once since her husband died (that's right)

This is the sound of the suburbs
This is the sound of the suburbs

Youth Club group used to want to be free
Now they want anarchy
They play too fast, they play out of tune
They practise in the singer's bedroom
The drum's 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

(This is the sound)
Out there in the wilderness
(The sound)
There's a boy playing the guitar
(Of the suburbs, the sound)
(This is the sound of the suburbs)
He's dreaming of writing a song
That would take him far far away from there

(This is the sound of the suburbs)
This is the sound
(This is the sound of the suburbs)
This is the sound

This is the sound of the suburbs
(Can't you hear)
This is the sound of the suburbs
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
This is the sound of the suburbs
(The one that I want)
This is the sound of the suburbs