One, two, three, four, five Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, oops Up and down, I think (On repeat, give me a count) The stuff that they know The one on the right and then turn it up while I'm counting One, four, five, six, seven, eight It's too loud

All that you want Is standing right in front of you All that you need It's all for you I saw your face, stuck in a crowd Silently screaming out loud I felt the beat echo your heart Throw me a line 'cause it's too far

Mmm mmm mmm I like the sound, I like the sound of that I like the sound of that It's a little too loud on the highway I wanna pull back in your driveway It's way too quiet at my place Wanna come on over, come on over I just wanna hear that ringtone I

Say it loud, say it clear You can listen as well as you hear It's too late when we die To admit we don't see eye to eye I just wish I could have told him in the living years Every generation Blames the one before And all of their frustrations Come

Say it loud, say it clear You can listen as well as you hear It's too late when we die To admit we don't see eye to eye I just wish I could have told him in the living years Every generation Blames the one before And all of their frustrations Come

I’ll fly beyond the sun Before too long I’ll say goodbye to my burdens Someday, somehow I wonder what it's like to live on cloud nine Where everything's fine all of the time I wonder how it feels to be unafraid Day after day after it rains I wonder what

Don't fall on my faith, oh Don't fall on my fate It's too loud Don't fall on my face Can't hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the parking lot Freeze my crown all up in it You know, everybody's been tellin' me what they think about me for the

Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones? Do you know what it's like on the outside? Don't go talking too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones. In the event of something happening to me, There is something I would like you all to see. It's just a photograph

Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones? Do you know what it's like on the outside? Don't go talking too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones. In the event of something happening to me, There is something I would like you all to see. It's just a photograph

Who the fuck are you now? You're talking too loud So just shut your mouth Can you feel it now? We're calling you out And it's true you're dead now It's light out, your last song Lifestyles of the young and the reckless