Loud Club

Misanthrope, wallflower, call me what you will
But you know that this just ain't my kind of thrill
Live a little, my friends say, give the floor a try
Come on you got to be young before you die
Everybody's trashed as hell and screaming the top 50
Situation's I can't help but find the exit swiftly

Get me out of this loud club yeah
My ear drums are crying out in despair
Get me out of this loud club yeah
Who in their right mind enjoys it in here?

Guess that I'm the weirdo with peculiar tastes
Cause I don't like being jostled to excessive bass
Lose my friends to my relief I push through that smoke screen
Of all the sweaty pretty people dying to be seen
Sweet night air and solitude you know that's what I need
Throw the ravers from my path all costs I must proceed

Get me out of this loud club yeah
My ear drums are crying out in despair
Get me out of this loud club yeah
Who in their right mind enjoys it in here?
Get me out of this loud club yeah
My ear drums are crying out in despair
Get me out of this loud club yeah
This place got me fleeing out into high gear

Well
Get me out of this loud club yeah
My ear drums are crying out in despair
Get me out of this loud club yeah
Who in their right mind enjoys it in here?
Get me out of this loud club yeah
My ear drums are crying out in despair
Get me out of this loud club yeah
This place got me fleeing out into high gear
Hey Hey Hey Hey
Place got me fleeing out into high gear
Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey
Into high gear yeah
Get the hell out of here



Credits
Writer(s): William Friend
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