The Sound
What's this that I hear?!
No it can't be!
I thought I moved away from it! I thought I could sustain my posture.
It's everywhere I can't believe it! Where the devil did they come from!?
Please tell me I must know!
This wretched sound that I've had to endure from this whole town!
It's not the bell, it's not the kids, it's not the fights!
I can't tell you what it is because all those who know Green Day will start to smoke!
Yes' I think I've found the answer!
Is it? 'tis you who makes that sound!
The calamitous sound of your butcher knife!
Cutting and screaming!
Have you no sympathy for the animals you kill?
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