Rejoice! we've draped ourselves in noise
The plan's not a plan it's a goddamn ploy
We can't get away without a trail of noise
I'm sick i'll tell you why, who lives past 30?
I'll tell you who
Fools, scoundrels, hypocrites and hip kids
By the time i'm 30 i hope i'm deaf if not dead
The sound is loud and pours out the speakers like blood out my mouth
Like blood out your mouth and it pours out
I hope i'm dead, i hope i'm f**ing deaf
I hope i'm dead