Too Loud Too Late

Let me tell you a story 'bout a girl I know
Black frizzy hair, she's fat, she's kind of old
She likes REM, she likes the radio
And she lives on that side of the bush by the patio
She woke the boys up with a screech about a quarter to lunch
Sawblade running cutting up shit she stole from the beach
She sells seashells, yeah, we play guitar
Sometimes we don't even fuckin' start till the dude closes the bar

Too loud, too late, I can never concentrate
Cuz the boys are playing loud and it's way too fuckin' late
Too loud, too late, that's the kind of noise I hate
When I'm trying to make some shit from wood I found down by the lake
I get it, it's fun, but you boys just aren't that young
When I was your age, my husband used to kiss with tongue
Too loud, too late, and your songs are kinda lame
I can never get to sleep and you boys are to blame

We had a show in a week, she said I'll call the police
I couldn't eat and I couldn't sleep
We thought we'd better practice so we smoked some weed
And drank a whole case of Old Milwaukee
By then I'm not going to lie it was way past ten
But it was Easter Sunday, it was a long weekend
We thought it'd be fine
We'd just run through the set a couple of times
We knew we were screwed
When she walked into the room

Too loud, too late, I can never concentrate
Cuz the boys are playing loud and it's way too fuckin' late
Too loud, too late, that's the kind of noise I hate
When I'm trying to make some shit from wood I found down by the lake
I get it, it's fun, but you boys just aren't that young
When I was your age, my husband used to kiss with tongue
Too loud, too late, that's the kind of noise I hate
I never get to sleep and you boys are to blame

That's when things got stupid, things got weird
The boys got stoned and started passing round beers
Then we started playing drinking games
Some fucker cheered for the Calgary Flames
Russ brought the dope, I brought the razor blades
Playing poker, got a flush with the ace of spades
Before too long we grabbed our fuckin guitars
Aidan banged the drums, I grabbed some dope from my car
And then we heard the knock right down the door
That's about the time that mother fucker hit the floor

Too loud, too late, I can never concentrate
Cuz the boys are playing loud and it's way too late
Too loud, too late, that's the kind of noise I hate
When I'm trying to make some shit from wood I found down by the lake
I get it, it's fun, but you boys just aren't that young
When I was your age, my husband used to kiss with tongue
Too loud, too late, and your songs are kind of lame
I can never get no sleep, and you boys are fuckin creeps
Too Loud, Too Late
Too Loud, Too Late
Too Loud, Too Late
Too Loud, Too Late