The Sound of the Surburbs 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

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

• Artist:Die Toten Hosen
• Album:Learning English Lesson 2