Lost in the high street, where the dogs run Roaming suburban boys Mother's got a hairdo 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 You can't hide, run with the dogs tonight
Break the window by the town hall Listen, the siren screams There in the distance, like a roll call Of all the suburban dreams
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?