Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sound Of The Suburbs , by - The Vibrators. Release date: 31.12.2008
Song language: English
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 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 |
| 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 bass is too loud |
| And I can’t hear the words |
| 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) |