They talked it about it on my doombox
Before I heard it on the radio
I turned the volume up, high as it could go
They tell me all the things that I need to know
They say the end is coming
Must be the second-coming
I'm sick of singing while nobody's even listening
They wouldn’t notice if I just went missing
I drown my sorrows in a bottle and a pillbox
Sing to myself until the day that the music stops
When I listen to my doombox
I turn that motherfucker up
I turn that motherfucker up
I turn that motherfucker up
When I listen to my doombox
I turn that motherfucker up to 11
Satеllite to heaven
It’s way too latе to be learning any new lessons
I’m an old dog, already know my tricks
I let my problems consume me before I deal with em
Always got more excuses
Ain’t got no execution
I never lift a finger without proper restitution
Ain’t got no consequences
Fuck all your sons and daughters
I’m on my own path and you know that I just can’t be bothered
When I listen to my doombox
I turn that motherfucker up
I turn that motherfucker up
I turn that motherfucker up
When I listen to my doombox
I turn that motherfucker up
I got a question for the operator
So, I dial him in on channel 66
I wanna be the new program director
And I know you’d all prefer what I choose
I'll play myself just like I am the DJ
I’ll put it all on the line for you most every weekday
I'll put my back into it
I’ll pull my heart from my chest so I can put it in your hands
When I listen to my doombox
I turn that motherfucker up
I turn that motherfucker up
I turn that motherfucker up
When I listen to my doombox
