Letras
"Ranging from the bass drum
To the triangle
And including a lot of large number
Of related instruments in between
Bells of all the sizes, College
Snare drums, tambourine
Company and a campaing of cong
Followed by a set of chains
Finally, a roll on geometry"
Something's in my head
When will I ever let it out?
That song is something we all love
It's born when we sing and shout
We all sing songs of feedback
Whenever we're in love
We all have voices for speakers
Feedback just floats in the air
It's fast and it flies everywhere
Microphone loves the speaker
They never get to me
Singing the songs of feedback
Nothing has ever been so sweet