Turn It Down - Mad Max

Hit me

Come on

Allright

Do you hear me?

So your old man went and called you a degenerate bum

And you stood there crockin' on your cinnamon gum

And your Ma was knockin' at your sister’s brains

And you couldn’t help thinkin' what she hoped to gain

Just then that freak walked in the door

And knocked me 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 far 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 far 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, come on turn it down, just turn it down

I can’t take no more of that God awful sound

So far God’s sake turn it down