Hear a woman calling out to her daughter all day
'Kirra, Kirra, where are you Kirra'
It drives me crazy, feel like screaming at to the girl
Answer your mother, for God's sake
On the other side is this guy, who's into yogic chant
Nothing personal against mantra
But do I have to hear him pant
And while he waits for salvation, I can surely tell
So consumed by thoughts of murder that I'm
Headed for hell.
Ah ah ah, the pleasures of suburbia
Moved out from the city to escape the roar
Of ambulances and police cars and buses that ignore
All the regulations, thought I'd find myself some quiet
Here I am, slap, bang, in the middle of
Another kind of riot
Ah ah ah, the pleasures of suburbia
Brings to mind an old uncle, who'd always say
There's no use, little one, in running away
If any good has to come to you
It has to come from within.....