I Hate Music

I hate music What is it worth? Can't bring anyone Back to this earth The feeling of space Between all of the notes But I got nothing else So I guess here we go Let me do back to the mallow yeah All of our friends with the plan on So watch out all the

Oh, no...okay...tape's rolling...so what? I hate music Sometimes I don't I hate music It's got too many notes I hate my high school Sometimes I went I hate music, man Never heaven sent Tommy says so Tommy says so Tommy says so Tommy says so so so so

I had something pictures That was an unspoken promise You want to build the frame When you'll hear the whistle I want ever platform loaded I'll be on the chain Hard is this familiar? Massive packs of cameras and listen This is what we do! I hear, see