[Intro – dirty guitar riff, tight drums] [Female vocal – dry British delivery] Apparently... I've had complaints. [Pause] Plural. That's nice. [Band kicks in] [Verse 1 – female vocals, fast and cocky] Too loud on the pavement, too late at the bar, Parked my boots on the seat of somebody's car. Wrong fucking jacket, wrong fucking tone, Wrong way of saying, “Just leave me alone.” Neighbour says manners. Landlord says noise. Bloke at the counter says, “Mind your voice.” Everyone's suddenly qualified to say how much fucking space I'm allowed to take. [Pre-Chorus – increasingly aggressive] Stand there. Not here. Speak up. Not like that. Calm down. Be nice. [Female vocal – sarcastic] Oh, brilliant advice. [Shouted] WRITE IT DOWN! SEND IT THROUGH! I'LL FILE IT WITH THE OTHER FUCKING THINGS I'LL NEVER DO! [Chorus – big melodic punk vocal] Public nuisance, that's what they call me. Bit dramatic, don't you fucking think? Public nuisance, hide your children— She's wearing boots and having a drink! If I'm ruining the neighbourhood tonight— [Shouted] GOOD! At least I'm doing something right. [Instrumental – driving punk riff] [Verse 2 – faster, more abrasive] Got a little letter pushed under my door: “Further incidents will not be ignored.” Further incidents? Sounds quite grand. Was it the music or the recycling can? Was it laughing too loud at quarter to one? Was it telling your mate he's a miserable cunt? Could've been that. Fair enough. Still seems like you're making a fuss. [Fast Shout-Rap] TOO MUCH ATTITUDE! TOO MUCH NOISE! TOO MANY SWEARS FOR THE NICE LITTLE BOYS! TOO FUCKING LOUD! TOO FUCKING PROUD! TOO FUCKING HAPPY WITHOUT YOUR APPROVAL AROUND! [Brief growled vocal] TRAGIC. [Band stop] [Female vocal] You'll recover. [Chorus – harder] Public nuisance, that's what they call me. Bit dramatic, don't you fucking think? Public nuisance, lock your windows— She might laugh or swear or fucking blink! If I'm ruining the neighbourhood tonight— [Harsh shout] GOOD! At least I'm doing something right. [Instrumental Break – dirty bass, jagged guitar riff, pounding drums] [Bridge – restrained guitar, female vocal close and sarcastic] I'd like to formally apologise for the inconvenience caused by my continued existence. [Pause] Going forward, I'll endeavour to— [Growled vocal] Nah. [Band crashes back] [Final Verse – fast shout-sung delivery] KEEP YOUR LETTER! KEEP YOUR RULES! KEEP YOUR PASSIVE-AGGRESSIVE NEIGHBOURHOOD TOOLS! CALL THE COUNCIL! CALL YOUR MATE! CALL THE FUCKING ARMY IF I'M HOME TOO LATE! I PAY MY RENT! I SHUT MY DOOR! I'M NOT ASKING WHAT YOU THINK ANYMORE! You want quiet? Buy some plugs! [Shouted] YOU WANT PERFECT? MOVE TO FUCKING MARS! [Final Chorus – huge melodic punk vocal] Public nuisance, that's what they call me. Print it nicely. Put it on my grave. Public nuisance, local menace— All because I won't fucking behave. If I'm ruining the neighbourhood tonight— [Female lead – melodic] Good. At least I'm doing something right. [Final guitar riff] [Female vocal – dry] Further incidents expected.
