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