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