Letra de Sound of the Suburbs

Same old boring Sunday morning old mans out washing the car
Mums in the kitchen cooking Sunday dinner her best meal moaning while it lasts
Johnnys 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
This is the Sound of the Suburbs
Every Lousy Monday Morning Heathrow jets goes crashing over my home
Ten O’clock Broadmoor siren driving me mad won’t leave me alone
The woman next store just sits and stares outside
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
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 singers bedroom
The 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
This is the Sound of the Suburbs
Saturday morning family shoppers crowding out, the centre of town
Young blokes sitting on the benches shouting at the young girls walking around
Johnny stands there at his window looking at the night
I said, hey what you listening to there’s nothing there (that’s right)
This is the Sound
This is the Sound of the Suburbs
This is the Sound
This is the Sound of the Suburbs