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lyrics
Mick was sixteen and never had a drink before
had a beer at a party then he had a few more
when he sobered up he was forty four
he woke one day and said
this party's been cool
but i better get home
or i’m gonna be late for school
life in the suburbs
old Reg says the neighbourhood is past it’s prime
blames immigration for the steady decline
they lower values and bring in crime
but his yard's full of half wrecked cars
and grass to his knees
and his son’s doing time for drugs
and armed robberies
life in the suburbs
Jack was the butcher at the end of the street
everybody liked him and they loved his meat
when the supermarket opened
he couldn't compete
he had to close down
when his customers turned their backs
now they complain
you can never find meat like Jacks
life in the suburbs
Des ran garbage on the council truck
you'd hear him singing
as he hauled that muck
when they privatised he was out of luck
he was fit and keen and
ready to work for his keep
but he was fifty four
so they tossed him out on the heap
life in the suburbs
chorus
while I'm not sentimental for the good old days
you can knock things down but you can't erase
the lives and times and ordinary ways
of the people we're leaving behind
no I'm not sentimental for the good old days
but the ones with the least are the ones who pay
and we don't respect what we're throwing away
and the people we're leaving behind