Steve Lillywhite - Sound Of The Suburbs lyrics

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 CHORUS 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 and stares outside She hasn't come out once ever since her husband died CHORUS Youth Club group used to want to be free Now they want Anarchy They play too fast, they play out of tune Practise in the singer's bedroom Drum's quite good, the ba** is too loud And I… can't hear the words CHORUS 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 of the suburbs This is the sound of the suburbs This is the sound. (x 8) This is the sound of the suburbs. (x 4)