The Sound Of The Suburbs - Renegade Stars

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 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 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 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 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 Sound

This is the Sound

This is the Sound of the Suburbs

This is the Sound of the Suburbs

This is the Sound of the Suburbs

This is the Sound of the Suburbs