Hit me

Come on

Allright

Da ya here me ?



So your old man went and called you a degenerate bum 

And you stood there crockin' on ya cinnamon gum

And your Ma was knockin' at your sister's brain

And you couldn't help thinkin' what she hoped to gain 

Just then that freak walked in the door 

And knocked me to the floor 

You said, hey man, you're on some kind of trip 

He said, don't give me no lip 



Just turn it down, come on turn it down 

I can't take no more of that God awful sound 

So for God's sake turn it down 



Now the suspicious minds of your learned friends 

Will eat away at your kind 'til the music ends 

And the creep that taught you everything you know 

Will hypocritically ask you what the hell you know 

He'll go out and mess around, then go home without a sound 

You said, hey man, you're some kinda monk 

He said, listen here ya punk 



Just turn it down, come on turn it down 

I can't take no more of that God awful sound 

So for God's sake turn it down 



Turn it down, just turn it down 

Come on turn it down, I said turn it down 

Come on, come on turn it down, just turn it down 

I can't take no more of that God awful sound 

So for God's sake turn it down