Punk Rock Noises

It was five years ago

When I heard them on the road

I stood with eyes closed, and listened

It was three months to the day

That I saw the band begin to play

And I never knew what they said

If I could make your punk rock noises

I wouldn't have to sing my words

If I could make a scream mean something big

I wouldn't have to write my verse

If getting lost in the woods

Is full of "if I should"

And "if I had" is running up behind

So I write down what I see

And sometimes it's in front of me

And other times there is someone else in mind

If I could make your punk rock noises

I wouldn't have to sing my words

If I could make a scream mean something big

I wouldn't to write my verse

If I could make your punk rock noises

I wouldn't have to sing my words

If I could make a scream mean something big

I wouldn't to write my verse

And if it isn't more than that what it is

And you're terrified and meaning less

So all you do is try to build a bridge

And hope that you get over it, in time

So the words hit the page, like the fist of Old Don's rage

As we suffer through another sing-song verse

But the melody this time, tries to keep it all in line

And I can't decide if it's better or it's worse

If I could make your punk rock noises

I wouldn't have to sing my words

If I could make a scream mean something big

I wouldn't have to write my verse