The Sound of the Suburbs

Lyrics for The Sound of the Suburbs

Well,I'm standing here looking at you What do I see? I'm looking straight through It's so sad when you're young to be told You're having fun So unplug the jukebox and do us all a favor That music's lost its taste so try another flavor Antmusic Antmusic Antmusic Antmusic Well,I'm standing here what do I see? A big nothing threatening me It's so sad when you're young To be told you're having fun So unplug the jukebox and do us all a favor That music's lost its taste so try another flavor Antmusic Antmusic Antmusic Antmusic So unplug the jukebox and do us all a favor That music's lost its taste so try another flavor Antmusic Antmusic Antmusic Antmusic Don't tread on an ant he's done nothing to you There might come a day when he's treading on you Don't tread on an ant you'll end up black and blue You cut off his head, legs come looking for you So unplug the jukebox and do us all a favor That music's lost its taste so try another flavor Antmusic Antmusic Antmusic Antmusic So unplug the jukebox and do us all a favor That music's lost its taste so try another flavor Antmusic Antmusic Antmusic Antmusic Antmusic Antmusic Antmusic Antmusic Antmusic Antmusic Antmusic Antmusic Antmusic Antmusic