Lullaby - Lagwagon

Waging war on the arms race of sound 
Turn it down 
Pull the plug 
Imminent surrender 
Ringing in the new 
Dark Age 
Shut down the noise-aholics 
Put down the quiet-ophobics 
In a daydream of peace 
In a calmness too brief 
My lullaby is killing 
My lullaby be stilling 
It could be such sweet silence 
From static from violence from... 
Volume is the modern currency 
Everyone competing for air space 
Everybody's dumb 
Shouting muddled words as though they're deaf 
Big brother isn't watching anymore 
He knows we are distracted and absorbed Broadcasting our grief 
Our imagination's atrophied 
We can't think 
If I could sing them all to sleep 
If I could sing myself deaf 
Wouldn't it be lovely? 
Doesn't it sound perfect? 
Every generation hates the next 
I will save the millions from 
A slow insufferable death 
I'll put them to sleep 
Save them from progressive misery 
I'm counting 
If I could sing myself to sleep 
If I could sing myself deaf 
Wouldn't it be lovely? 
Doesn't it sound perfect? 
My lullaby is killing 
My lullaby be stilling 
Memorized 
Involuntary I think 
I can change the world