Loud Club

Misanthrope, wallflower, call me what you will But you know that this just ain't my kind of thrill Live a little, my friends say, give the floor a try Come on you got to be young before you die Everybody's trashed as hell and screaming the top 50 Situation's I can't help but find the exit swiftly Get me out of this loud club yeah My ear drums are crying out in despair Get me out of this loud club yeah Who in their right mind enjoys it in here? Guess that I'm the weirdo with peculiar tastes Cause I don't like being jostled to excessive bass Lose my friends to my relief I push through that smoke screen Of all the sweaty pretty people dying to be seen Sweet night air and solitude you know that's what I need Throw the ravers from my path all costs I must proceed Get me out of this loud club yeah My ear drums are crying out in despair Get me out of this loud club yeah Who in their right mind enjoys it in here? Get me out of this loud club yeah My ear drums are crying out in despair Get me out of this loud club yeah This place got me fleeing out into high gear Well Get me out of this loud club yeah My ear drums are crying out in despair Get me out of this loud club yeah Who in their right mind enjoys it in here? Get me out of this loud club yeah My ear drums are crying out in despair Get me out of this loud club yeah This place got me fleeing out into high gear Hey Hey Hey Hey Place got me fleeing out into high gear Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Into high gear yeah Get the hell out of here