i can t think with all this noise i break guitars i waits my voice to feel again by damaging perfect sound if rock and roll is dangerous how come i feel so safe in it i have learned how to destroy to irritate and to annoy with clumsy hearts and honest frets and ugly sound if rock and roll is dead again how come i can t stop listening the night is young the freaks are out the wild hum of drugs and sound the basement is alive and loud we re alright now we re alright now