歌手:Hard-Fi
专辑:《Best Of 2004 - 2014》


Waa-aa-aay,
Wo-oo-ooah,
Aaa-aa-aah-Aaa-aah,
Waa-aa-aay.

Suburban days,
They last so long.
In shop and office,
We sing our song,
We all sing:

We ain't got nothin';
Nothin' to do;
A big fat nothin';
Nothin' for me,
Nothin' for you,
Aah-Ooh.

Suburban dreams,
Just out of reach.
Work till you die,
That's what they teach you at school.

We've had enough,
What's there to lose?
My friends and I,
***** up on TV, fags and booze.
Aah-ooh.

Hear them all singing:

Even the world seems to have forgotten,
But we will not be denied.
Coming out of the shadows,
Yeah, yeah we rock the satellites.

Suburban nights,
They get so hot,
People get angry,
They sing our song,
We all sing:

There's global terror they say,
We are at war,
But I ain't got time for that cos,
Those bills keep dropping through my door!

Hear them all singing:

We're the ones you have forgotten,
Out of mind out of sight,
Coming out of the shadows,
Yeah, yeah we rock the satellites.

And All these people who,
Criticise us well,
We're only saying what we're seeing with our own eyes.
This one-way system it ain't,
Ain't paradise,
Not everybody,
Wants to race, wants to fight,
Ah-oh, Ah-oh, Ah-ohohoh,

Hear them all singing:

We're the ones that you've forgotten,
But we will not be denied.
Coming out of the shadows,
Yeah, yeah we rock the satellites.

We're the ones that you've forgotten,
But we will not be denied,
Coming out of the shadows,
Coming out of a satellite.