Power Chord Academy - Transistor Transistor

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