Текст песни The Sweet - Turn It Down
The Sweet - Turn It Down слова песни
So your old man went and called you a degenerate bumAnd you stood there cracking on your cinnamon gunAnd your Ma was knockin` at your sister`s brainsAnd you couldn`t help thinkin` what she hoped to gain.Just then that freak walked in the doorKnocked me on the floor. You said: Hey manYou`re on some kind of trip? He said:Don`t give me no lip. Just turn it down.Come onturn it downI can`t take no more of that god awful soundSo for god`s sake turn it down.Now the suspicious mindn of your learned friendsWill eat away at your kind till the music ends.And the creep that taught you ev`ry thing you knowWill hyprocritic`lly ask you what the hell you know.He`ll go out and mess you aroundThen go home without a soundyou said: Hey manYou`re some kinda honk? He said:Listenyou`re a punk. Turn it down.Come onturn it down. . .