
[Intro]
Too loud to live, too raw to die
oooooooooooooo
Too loud to live, too raw to die
yeaaaaaaaaaahhhhh
[Verse 1]
Rolled into the studio high on shrooms
Three groupies, a tiger, and no costumes
Said “Let’s lay down a track they can’t ignore”
Blew the door off the hinges when I screamed “FOUR!”
Snorted coke off a snare drum rim
Mic caught fire when I warmed up with a hymn
First chord hit — earthquake in the floor
Second chord? Blew the engineer through the door
[Chorus]
Too loud to live, too raw to die
Blew the tweeters clean out the sky
Every needle pegged, every red light lit
Three mics fried and the drummer quit
Too loud to live, too proud to tame
This mix’ll have your mother screamin' my name
[Verse 2]
Bass so hot that it cracked the glass
Had to mic my screams from the outside grass
Smoke alarms singing the backup vocals
And the keyboardist birthed twins it was loco
Feedback loop summoned a demon
Gave him a verse and now he’s singing
At the bridge, all twelve amps were gone
So I yelled into a toaster and finished the song
[Chorus]
Too loud to live, too wild to chart
I blew the woofer clean outta my heart
The console wept, the desk caught flame
I sang one note and lost my name
Too loud to live, too strong for tape
This track’s a crime, but there’s no escape
[Bridge]
“By the end of the session,
three engineers were deaf,
the producer had a nosebleed,
and I had legally married the reverb unit.”
[Pre-chorus]
Too loud to live, too raw to die
oooooooooooooooooooo
Too loud to live, too raw to die
yeaaaaaaaaaahhhhh
[Final Chorus]
Too loud to live, too pure to mix
You can’t EQ a crucifix
Turn the dial ‘til it don’t come back
This ain’t a track — it’s a goddamn attack
Too loud to live, too jacked to fade
But I hit record…
and then I came---
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