maybe i should explain
why i'm building a cage
the one i want to contain
is acting half of her age
noisemaker, noisemaker
calling me out
nobody's sure what you're shouting about
you get ahead, you get ahead
you get ahead turning gold into lead
but it's cool, you're contending
if we have an embrace
you just keep on befriending
right in front of my faee
maybe i should explain
it's a tired refrain
you get your joy
you get your joys
you get your joys turning love into noise