Carlá¢â‚¬â„¢s Basement (The Noise From)

We are just four guys who's dreams are all the same
Playing shows, hearing those who scream out our name
But we're stuck down in Carl's basement
Hoping someday we will finally make it
The town where we live has a bad scene
No good bands, with no fans get publicity
The club lets you play cause you boost bar sales
I'd get drunk if I had to listen to you wail
I know that if we try to make a difference
We just might pull it off
We'll be doing what we want to do
I don't know why it turns out this way
We wanna be the first ones in line
I will never cry, there will be another day
Another chance, another show to play