Power Chord Academy

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 fucking deaf
i hope i'm dead