It's an awfully loud world; you can't hear yourself think,
It can make you join the monastery, it can drive you to drink, oh.
With the sound of the bullets flying and the sound of the children crying,
Yeah, the sound of the man on the TV commercial, selling you what you're buying.
It's an awfully loud world if you make a big noise, well, well, well,
And if you're marching to a different drum, it don't go over big with the boys.
It's the sound of the party you revel and the sound of that money metal,
Yeah, the sound of the band on the radio station singing "Sympathy for the Devil".
Hey, it's an awfully loud world,
You can't hear,
Awfully loud world,
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
And baby, it's an awfully loud world,
That's right,
Baby, it's an awfully loud world,
Day and night, night and day,
No wonder you can't get away.
With the sound of the big wheels turning and the sound of a little world squirming,
And the sound of the kiddies at the cartoon altar - it's teaching them what they're learning.
It's an awfully loud world in an awfully small room,
And it gets so much you can't hear nothing else, and not a soul is immune,
It's an awfully loud world screaming louder each day,
We're crying, cut it out, shut it down, someone make it please go away.
It's an awfully loud world,
It's an awfully loud world,
It's an awfully loud world,
It's an awfully loud world.
