No Thugs In Our House
XTC Lyrics


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The insect-headed worker-wife will hang her waspies on the line;
The husband burns his paper, sucks his pipe while studying their cushion-floor;
His viscous poly-paste breath comes out,
Their wall-paper world is shattered by his shout,
A boy in blue is busy banging out a headache on the kitchen door

And all the while Graham slept on,
Dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted to

No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear,
We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy

No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear,
We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy

The young policeman who just can't grow a mustache will open up his book,
And spoil their breakfast with reports of Asians who have been so badly kicked
Is this your son's wallet I've got here?
He must have dropped it after too much beer
Oh, officer, we can't believe our little angel is the one you've picked

And all the while Graham slept on,
Dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted to

No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear,
We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy

No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear,
We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy

They never read those pamphlets in his bottom drawer,
They never read that tattoo on his arm
They thought that was just a boys club badge he wore,
They never thought he'd do folks any harm

The insect-headed worker wife will hang her waspies on the line;
She's singing something stale and simple now this business has fizzled out;
Her little tune is such a happy song
Her son is innocent, he can't do wrong,
'Cause dad's a judge and knows exactly what the job of judging's all about

And all the while Graham slept on,
Dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted to

No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear,
We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy

No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear,
We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy

No thugs in our house
No thugs in our house
No thugs in our house, dear

No thugs in our house
No thugs in our house, woo
No thugs in our house
No thugs in our house, owh
No thugs in our house
No thugs in our house, woo
No thugs in our house




No thugs in our house, awh
No thugs in our house

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of XTC's song, No Thugs In Our House, narrate the story of a seemingly normal, middle-class family. The verses describe the mundane, daily household chores of the insect-headed worker wife and her husband, who is deeply engrossed in his cushion-floor study room, smoking his pipe and burning papers. Suddenly, the husband's viscous poly-paste breath comes out, and the wall-paper world is shattered by his shout. Amidst all this, a young boy in blue keeps banging the kitchen door. Throughout the song, the singer, Graham, is sleeping, dreaming of a world where he can do whatever he wants.


The chorus of the song, "No thugs in our house, are there dear? We made that clear, we made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy," suggests that the parents are strict and have high expectations from their son. However, towards the end of the song, it is revealed that the family possesses a hidden, dark history. The last verse starts with the phrase, "They never read those pamphlets in his bottom drawer," suggesting that there are things about Graham's past that his parents do not know. The song concludes with a catchy, repetitive chorus, emphasizing the family's denial and unwillingness to confront the issues they have been avoiding all along.


Line by Line Meaning

The insect-headed worker-wife will hang her waspies on the line;
The woman with an unattractive hairstyle will hang her underwear to dry outside.


The husband burns his paper, sucks his pipe while studying their cushion-floor;
The husband smokes a pipe while looking at the floor matting and burning old documents.


His viscous poly-paste breath comes out,
The husband exhales thick breath mixed with the smell of his adhesive paste.


Their wall-paper world is shattered by his shout,
The couple's illusion of a perfect household is disturbed by the husband's yelling.


A boy in blue is busy banging out a headache on the kitchen door
A young police officer is knocking on the kitchen door, causing a headache for the couple.


And all the while Graham slept on, Dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted to
The son named Graham is sleeping and dreaming of a world where no one controls his actions.


No thugs in our house, are there dear?
The parents are asking each other if their house is free of criminal individuals.


We made that clear, We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy
The parents have made it clear to their son, Graham, that he must behave and not commit crimes.


The young policeman who just can't grow a mustache will open up his book,
A young police officer who cannot grow facial hair will start reading from his notebook about recent crimes.


And spoil their breakfast with reports of Asians who have been so badly kicked
The officer will ruin the couple's breakfast by informing them of news regarding violent crimes against Asians.


Is this your son's wallet I've got here?
The police officer is asking if a wallet they found belongs to their son, Graham.


He must have dropped it after too much beer
The officer speculates that Graham may have dropped the wallet after drinking too much alcohol.


Oh, officer, we can't believe our little angel is the one you've picked
The parents are in disbelief that their innocent son, Graham, is a suspect in a crime.


They never read those pamphlets in his bottom drawer,
The parents are unaware of the materials in Graham's drawer.


They never read that tattoo on his arm
The parents are clueless about the tattoo on their son's arm.


They thought that was just a boys club badge he wore,
The parents mistook the tattoo for a membership badge for a club that their son is part of.


They never thought he'd do folks any harm
The parents never believed that their son would hurt others.


Her little tune is such a happy song
The wife is singing a cheerful song.


Her son is innocent, he can't do wrong,
The wife believes her son, Graham, is innocent and could not commit any wrongdoing.


'Cause dad's a judge and knows exactly what the job of judging's all about
The wife is confident of her son's innocence because her husband is a judge and understands how to judge a case.


No thugs in our house,
The parents reiterate that there are no criminals in their household.




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Written by: ANDY PARTRIDGE

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