Lyrics Turning Up the Noise - The Methadones

Turning Up the Noise

Turing up the noise/ turning up the noise
I’ve got my finger’s in my ears-turning up the noise
You love hearing the sound of your voice when you speak
I’m really not impressed with your tirade of the week
Is there a point you’re trying to make?
Won’t you stop for heavens sake
Because you’re really fucking killing me
You think everything you touch turns to gold
Just wait when you wake up feeling old
Listen to yourself for a minute and you might see
You’re really insecure pretending to know everything