Turn It Up Songtext
von The Bluetones

What′s that sound?
Like an airplane coming down
Like every banshee in every hell
Uniting in one diabolical yell

They said
"We're eight miles down
We′re eight miles down
We don't know much
But we know what we like
A particular chord
And you strike it just right"

This is the brain
It's the centre of all our pain
Where every banshee in every hell
Is uniting in one diabolical yell


They said
"We′re eight miles down
We′re eight miles down
We don't know much
But we know what we like
A particular chord
When you strike it just right"

We′ve been here all along
We sing our lonely song
Fenced in on every side
Like lions and tigers and bears, oh my

Start making a stand
Take matches in hand
We're at song number ten already
Clip it over again

We′re eight miles down
We're eight miles down
We don′t know much
But we know what we like
A particular chord
And you strike it just right


Fenced in on every side
Like lions and tigers and bears, oh my
Start making a stand
Take matches in hand
We're at song number ten already
Clip it over again

Start making a stand
Take matches in hand

Here we are at the end already
Clip it over again