Are today's young people troubled?
Is their hearing all impaired?
Do they think that thier loud music?
Will make some people scared?
I don't want to hear it
And I think that you'll agree
That their music sounds real ******
And I know it's not just me
They sit inside their cars alone
Playing sound bites at full bore
If it gives me **** headache
Then they must be quite sore
The bass just shakes my bladder
The treble hurts my teeth
It peels the skin back on my skull
So you can see what's underneath
If I wanted to hear their music
I'd ask them for a ride
But intstead of going with them
I think I'd rather hide
Today, while waiting at the lights
A car pulled even with my front
His music shook my windows
The kid looked like a runt
I couldn't hear my wife at all
She was just two feet away
But, I wouldn't let this twerp fiends noise
Destroy my perfect day
I yelled at him profusely
I had tourettes of my left hand
I flipped him off eleven times
While he listened to his band
He smiled and turned it louder
Just to show he didn't care
Then he smugly, turned away from me
Just like I wasn't there
I thought about how vengeance
Is something best served cold
And I thought I'll teach this *******
I'm not that ****** old
So, as he increased his volume
His hip hop shook my glass
I fired back with Mel Torme'
That sure put him on his ***
He cranked it up again some
And this song hurt my liver
But, I left him sittling stone faced
When I hit him with Moon River
I don't wan't to hear their music
And they do not want mine
And if they blow their ear drums
To me...that would be fine.
May 12, 2012
May 12, 2012 at 5:12 PM UTC
Are today's young people troubled?
Is their hearing all impaired?
Do they think that thier loud music?
Will make some people scared?
I don't want to hear it
And I think that you'll agree
That their music sounds real ******
And I know it's not just me
They sit inside their cars alone
Playing sound bites at full bore
If it gives me **** headache
Then they must be quite sore
The bass just shakes my bladder
The treble hurts my teeth
It peels the skin back on my skull
So you can see what's underneath
If I wanted to hear their music
I'd ask them for a ride
But intstead of going with them
I think I'd rather hide
Today, while waiting at the lights
A car pulled even with my front
His music shook my windows
The kid looked like a runt
I couldn't hear my wife at all
She was just two feet away
But, I wouldn't let this twerp fiends noise
Destroy my perfect day
I yelled at him profusely
I had tourettes of my left hand
I flipped him off eleven times
While he listened to his band
He smiled and turned it louder
Just to show he didn't care
Then he smugly, turned away from me
Just like I wasn't there
I thought about how vengeance
Is something best served cold
And I thought I'll teach this *******
I'm not that ****** old
So, as he increased his volume
His hip hop shook my glass
I fired back with Mel Torme'
That sure put him on his ***
He cranked it up again some
And this song hurt my liver
But, I left him sittling stone faced
When I hit him with Moon River
I don't wan't to hear their music
And they do not want mine
And if they blow their ear drums
To me...that would be fine.
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