Too Loud Too Late

Let me tell you a story 'bout a girl I know Black frizzy hair, she's fat, she's kind of old She likes REM, she likes the radio And she lives on that side of the bush by the patio She woke the boys up with a screech about a quarter to lunch Sawblade running cutting up shit she stole from the beach She sells seashells, yeah, we play guitar Sometimes we don't even fuckin' start till the dude closes the bar Too loud, too late I can never concentrate, cuz the boys are playing loud and it's way too fuckin' late Too loud, too late That's the kind of noise I hate When I'm trying to make some shit from wood that I found down by the lake I get it, it's fun But you boys just aren't that young, when I was your age My husband used to kiss with tongue Too loud, too late And your songs are kinda lame, I can never get to sleep and you boys are to blame We had a show in a week, she said I'll call the police I couldn't eat and I couldn't sleep We thought we'd better practice so we smoked some weed And drank a whole case of Old Milwaukee By then I'm not going to lie it was way past ten But it was Easter Sunday, it was a long weekend We thought it'd be fine; we'd just run through the set a couple of times We knew we were screwed, when she walked into the room Too loud, too late I can never concentrate, cuz the boys are playing loud and it's way too fuckin' late Too loud, too late That's the kind of noise I hate When I'm trying to make some shit from wood that I found down by the lake I get it, it's fun But you boys just aren't that young When I was your age, my husband used to kiss with tongue Too loud, too late That's the kind of noise I hate, I can never get to sleep and you boys are to blame That's when things got stupid, things got weird The boys got stoned and started passing round beers Then we started playing drinking games Some fucker cheered for the Calgary Flames Russ brought the dope, I brought the razor blades Playing poker, got a flush with the ace of spades Before too long we grabbed our fuckin guitars Aidan banged the drums, I grabbed some dope from my car And then we heard the knock right down the door That's about the time that mother fucker hit the floor Too loud, too late I can never concentrate, cuz the boys are playing loud and it's way too late Too loud, too late That's the kind of noise I hate When I'm trying to make some shit from wood that I found down by the lake I get it, it's fun But you boys just aren't that young When I was your age, my husband used to kiss with tongue Too loud, too late And your songs are kind of lame I can never get no sleep, and you boys are fuckin creeps Too Loud, Too Late Too Loud, Too Late Too Loud, Too Late Too Loud, Too Late