Noise Brigade - The Mighty Mighty Bosstones

Without any training

It’s pouring,

It’s raining

Training or a trade

Hey, you bet I’m afraid

Unequipped with a skill

But I’m thrilled with the thrill

Underskilled, unprepared

Hey, who wouldn’t be scared

Bring on the obstacles

And burn me a bridge

I’m not sure, should I call

This my range or a ridge?

There ain’t none too high

If I’m up for the climb

I’ll go zero to sixty

And stop on a dime

A dime for a dozen

If that’s what you’re after

A moment of silence

A lifetime of laughter

On the brighter side

And on a happier note

The noise, well it’s just love

That gets caught in my throat

The end of the line’s

Not the end of a rope just a salesman

Selling a bucket of hope

When the bucket gets kicked

And my chips are all cashed

My intentions, conventions

Are finally smashed