Post N° 321

Risorgi, NapoliLost in the high street, where the dogs runRoaming suburban boysMother's got a hairdo to be doneShe says they're too old for toysStood by the bus stop with a felt penIn this suburban hellAnd in the distance a police carTo break the suburban spellLet's take a ride, and run with the dogs tonightIn SuburbiaYou can't hide, run with the dogs tonightIn SuburbiaBreak the window by the town hallListen, the siren screamsThere in the distance, like a roll callOf all the suburban dreamsLet's take a ride, and run with the dogs tonightIn SuburbiaYou can't hide, run with the dogs tonightIn SuburbiaI only wanted something else to do but hang aroundI only wanted something else to do but hang aroundI only wanted something else to do but hang aroundI only wanted something else to do but hang aroundIt's on the front page of the papersThis is their hour of needWhere's a policeman when you need oneTo blame the colour TVLet's take a ride, and run with the dogs tonightIn SuburbiaYou can't hide, run with the dogs tonightIn SuburbiaTake a ride, and run with the dogs tonightIn SuburbiaYou can't hide, run with the dogs tonightIn SuburbiaRun with the dogs tonightIn SuburbiaYou can't hideIn SuburbiaIn SuburbiaIn SuburbiaIn SuburbiaIn Suburbia