Lost in the high street, where the dogs run Roaming suburban boys Mother's got her hair do to be done She says they're too old for toys
Stood by the bus stop with a felt pen In this suburban hell And in the distance a police car To break the suburban spell
Let's take a ride And run with the dogs tonight in suburbia You can't hide/Run with the dogs tonight in suburbia
Break the window by the town hall Listen! A siren screams There in the distance like a roll call Of all the suburban dreams
Let's take a ride And run with the dogs tonight in suburbia You can't hide run with the dogs Tonight in suburbia
I only wanted something else to do but hang around I only wanted something else to do but hang around
It's on the front page of the papers This is their hour of need Where's a policeman when you need one To blame the colour Tv?
Let's take a ride And run with the dogs tonight in suburbia You can't hide run with the dogs Tonight in suburbia Suburbia
Where the suburbs met utopia What kind of dream was this? So easy to destroy? Man who are were to blame For the sins of the past? These slums of the future? Suburbia Where the suburbs met utopia Suburbia Where the suburbs met utopia
Compositores: Christopher Sean Lowe (Chris Lowe) (PRS), Neil Francis Tennant (Neil Tennant) (PRS)Editor: Cage Music LtdPublicado em 2018 (22/Mar)ECAD verificado obra #16221086 e fonograma #16324161 em 10/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM