The Sound of the Suburbs (single version) Lyrics

Same old boring Sunday morning old mans out washing the car,

C G
Mums in the kitchen cooking Sunday dinner her best meal moaning while it lasts,

Am C G

Johnnys upstairs in his bedroom sitting in the dark,

Am C G D

Annoying the neighbours with his punk rock electric guitar,

This is the Sound,

G B A (CED)

This is the Sound of the Suburbs

This is the Sound,

G B A (CED)

This is the Sound of the Suburbs

C G

Every Lousy Monday Morning Heathrow jets goes crashing over my home,

C G

Ten O'clock Broadmoor siren driving me mad won't leave me alone,

Am C G

The woman next store just sits and stares outside,

Am C G D

She hasn't come out once ever since her husband died,

This is the Sound,

G B A (CED)

This is the Sound of the Suburbs

This is the Sound,

G B A (CED)
This is the Sound of the Suburbs

Instrumental Break

E G E G

C B C (D D#E F F#G G# A A# B) note just play all the semi tones up from D

(Middle 8)

G B

Youth club Group used to want to be free,

G D

Now they want anarchy,

G B

They play too fast, they play out of tune,

G B

They Practise in the singers bedroom,

C

The Drums quite good the bass is too loud,

Bm D
And I... can't hear the words.

This is the Sound,

G B A (CED)

This is the Sound of the Suburbs

This is the Sound,

G B A (CED)

This is the Sound of the Suburbs

C G

Saturday morning family shoppers crowding out, the centre of town,

C G

Young blokes sitting on the benches shouting at the young girls walking around,

Am C G

Johnny stands there at his window looking at the night,

Am C G D

I said, hey what you listening to there's nothing there (that's right)

This is the Sound,

G B A (CED)

This is the Sound of the Suburbs

This is the Sound,

G B A (CED)

This is the Sound of the Suburbs