Lyric Noise Brigade

Without any training
It s pouring,
It s raining
Training or a trade
Hey, you bet I m afraid
Unequipped with a skill
But I m thrilled with the thrill
Underskilled, unprepared
Hey, who wouldn t be scared
Bring on the obstacles
And burn me a bridge
I m not sure, should I call
This my range or a ridge?
There ain t none too high
If i m up for the climb
I ll go zero to sixty
And stop on a dime
A dime for a dozen
If that s what you re after
A moment of silence
A lifetime of laughter
On the brighter side
And on a happier note
The noise, well it s just love
That gets caught in my throat
The end of the line s
Not the end of a rope just a salesman
Selling a bucket of hope
When the bucket gets kicked
And my chips are all cashed
My intentions, conventions
Are finally smashed