Testi Soundtracks :: H

You get the girls, I'll bring the boys,

Turn down the lights, send in some noise,

Send in some noise.



Close the door, mix yourself a drink

I'll know what you mean when you say what you think,

It feels real good with your feet high up in the air

Through states of despair,

Put on your boots, get out of you head,

Music is dead.



Shave you head and cut right through the steel

When you don't know what's real

Cut the conversation short if that's the way you feel,

Put on your boots get out of you head,

Music is dead

This ain't the sixties anymore



I put on my boots and I shave my head

This ain't the sixties anymore



You'd think in all this time that we'd have grown

No



Send in some noise



This ain't the sixties anymore

This ain't the sixties anymore

(no)

There's mum and dad on the dance floor

You'd think in all this time that we'd have grown

No



If you're still making records without your pain

then you're still making records that sound the same

This ain't the cities anymore