Come all ye fucked up, tired and wasted
I got you some grub you can fill up your face with
A tough nail to swallow and a stiff drink to chase with
Will make all who follow chop off what they taste with
The big man don't speak for you
The newsstand don't speak for you
The top pops don't speak for you
The rent-a-cops don't speak for you
G.G. Allin don't speak for you
And Jimmy Fallon don't speak for you
We don't speak for you
And I don't speak for you
So who the hell am I speaking to?
Why, you must be the mute generation
Alive in your mind but dead in conversation
Confined to the line by your own humiliation
An atom bomb afraid of detonation
Yeah, you must be the mute generation
Or so they would have you believe
Those who mistake your rest for reprieve
But I've seen how loud you can scream
Scream once more, scream for me
We are not the mute generation
We are not the mute generation
We are not the mute generation
We are not the mute generation
We are loud
We are loud
We are loud
We are loud
We are loud
We are loud
We are louder than bombs
We are louder than bombs
We are louder than bombs
We are louder than bombs
We are louder than bombs
And we're about to fucking blow