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