Noise,
It's my own and private secret garden

a dark and serious land i dont wanna share
it's all in tension, spit and violence,
and not a fuckin danceflour
how, how can you stand a drummer dressed as a banana on stage
it's fucking killing me
show me some mean and cold face musicians,

yelling at people,
keeping it real
aaaah, Time is running out and i
aaaaaaaah , i've got to feed my family

Thought i was light years ahead of them
But i was blind they were only miles
Light years ahead of them, he must be right

I was only pretending to be just another wannabe
A love supreme in flip flops
There might be peacocks in disguise
You’d better practice your passing shots
Beware of bishops dealing with their ups and downs

You were born in Christchurch baby
Listen to the bells
They’re ringing again in your ears
They resound in the evening
They resound when you’re young
They’re sound in the morning
They resound when you’re getting old/get things done