Turn It Down - Live

Hit me
Come on
Alright
Do ya hear me?

So your old man went and called you a degenerate bum
And you stood there crockin' on ya cinnamon gum
And your mom 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 you 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, you 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 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