Hiding On The Staircase - New Young Pony Club

It’s the sound

Of revolution in the bedroom

But we know there’s nothing doing

Because we’re hiding on the staircase

It’s the sound

Of them standing in the kitchen

And she says, «yeah, you’ve been bitching»

And he says, «yeah, you’re a bitch,» and

It’s the sound

Of your floating inhibition when

You’re standing in the kitchen and you know

There’s something missing

It’s the sound

Of an emotional adventure

And she said it was forever and

He said it was forever

We say

Ee ee-e-e-ee

Ee ee-e-e-ee

Ee ee-e-e-ee

It’s the sound of confusianity, confusianity, ah-ha

It’s the sound of confusianity, confusianity, ah-ha

It’s the sound

Of revolution in the bedroom

But we know there’s nothing doing

Because we’re hiding on the staircase

It’s the sound

Of them cursing their existence

Jungle drums beat in the bathroom

Separation’s in the distance

It’s the sound

Of contention round at our place

'Cause they’re shaking in the hallway

And we know he’s packed a suitcase

It’s the sound

Of you scoping next to me

And as they tear themselves apart

You say it’s better than TV and I say

Ee ee-e-e-ee

Ee ee-e-e-ee

Ee ee-e-e-ee

It’s the sound of confusianity, confusianity, ah-ha

It’s the sound of confusianity, confusianity, ah-ha

It’s the sound of confusianity, confusianity, ah-ha

It’s the sound of confusianity, confusianity, ah-ha

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah

(Confusianity, confusianity, ah-ha)

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah