You said the quiet part (Remastered)

New wave/punk fusion, surf rock inspired guitar lead, driving bass line, explosive drum fills, a song about a suburban nightmare or a dystopian future, frantic spoken-word sections

[Intro – surf-punk tremolo riff, cartoonish feedback squeal, sarcastic count-in]
ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!

[Verse 1 – rapid-fire sneer, spoken-shouted, church reverb irony]
Preacher says, “Speak now or forever hold your peace,”
And you pop up like you spilled something in your seat.
“I don’t wanna cause a scene, but—” (oh no)
That’s how every bad decision starts, though.

You say, “I’m just being honest, don’t be mad,”
You say, “Timing’s weird, but facts are facts.”
You say, “I mean… have you met her ex?”

[Chorus – frantic chant, bouncy and mean-funny]

You said the quiet part — LOUD! LOUD!
In a borrowed suit, in a silent crowd!
You said the quiet part — LOUD! LOUD!
Now the priest’s doing math like, “Can we back out?”

[Verse 2 – reception toast, faster, tipsy confidence]
Now you’ve got a mic and a champagne glow,
Open bar courage putting on a show.
You start with, “Statistically, this won’t last—”
Pause for laughs that never happen… fast.

You say, “Marriage is basically a contract,”
You say, “I read a thread and the odds are whack.”
You say, “No offense, just playing devil’s advocate,”

[Pre-Chorus –surf guitar fill. shouted, playful callouts]

[Chorus – repeat, more gang vocals, sillier edge]

You said the quiet part — LOUD! LOUD!
Over clinking forks and a DJ countdown!
You said the quiet part — LOUD! LOUD!
Now grandma’s crying and you’re  laughing somehow!

[Bridge – spoken-word rant, sarcastic but jokey]
“Oh relax, I’m just saying what everyone’s thinking!”
No you’re not.
You’re saying what everyone
Thought about
Then immediately rejected
Because they enjoy being invited to things.

(rimshot → feedback squeal)

[Verse 3 – cinematic → unhinged, with dead stop]

Rice hits glass — tick tick tick,
Cans drag sparks on asphalt slick.
Window lifts. Engine hums.
Laughter fades. Reality comes.

Facts half-formed, racing your mouth,
Stats, threads, warnings spilling out.
Door shuts hard — your sentence breaks—

(½ second — TOTAL SILENCE)

Just saying—
Odds are bad.
red a thing.
Happened fast.
Happened once.
Happened worse.

Glass goes up.
Car pulls out.
You’re still talking
To the air
Like it owes you
An answer.

[Final Chorus – explosive, chaotic, almost joyful]

You said the quiet part — LOUD! LOUD!
No inhibition, you yelled it out loud!
You said the quiet part — LOUD! LOUD!
Toast turned roast and the vibe blacked out!

You said the quiet part — LOUD! LOUD!
Now it’s history everyone laughs about!
You said the quiet part — LOUD! LOUD!
Congrats, man — you’re that guy now!

[Outro – abrupt stop, dry spoken tag]
Should’ve held your peace.

…And skipped the open bar.

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[Intro – surf-punk tremolo riff, cartoonish feedback squeal, sarcastic count-in] ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! [Verse 1 – rapid-fire sneer, spoken-shouted, church reverb irony] Preacher says, “Speak now or forever hold your peace,” And you pop up like you spilled something in your seat. “I don’t wanna cause a scene, but—” (oh no) That’s how every bad decision starts, though. You say, “I’m just being honest, don’t be mad,” You say, “Timing’s weird, but facts are facts.” You say, “I mean… have you met her ex?” [Chorus – frantic chant, bouncy and mean-funny] You said the quiet part — LOUD! LOUD! In a borrowed suit, in a silent crowd! You said the quiet part — LOUD! LOUD! Now the priest’s doing math like, “Can we back out?” [Verse 2 – reception toast, faster, tipsy confidence] Now you’ve got a mic and a champagne glow, Open bar courage putting on a show. You start with, “Statistically, this won’t last—” Pause for laughs that never happen… fast. You say, “Marriage is basically a contract,” You say, “I read a thread and the odds are whack.” You say, “No offense, just playing devil’s advocate,” [Pre-Chorus –surf guitar fill. shouted, playful callouts] [Chorus – repeat, more gang vocals, sillier edge] You said the quiet part — LOUD! LOUD! Over clinking forks and a DJ countdown! You said the quiet part — LOUD! LOUD! Now grandma’s crying and you’re laughing somehow! [Bridge – spoken-word rant, sarcastic but jokey] “Oh relax, I’m just saying what everyone’s thinking!” No you’re not. You’re saying what everyone Thought about Then immediately rejected Because they enjoy being invited to things. (rimshot → feedback squeal) [Verse 3 – cinematic → unhinged, with dead stop] Rice hits glass — tick tick tick, Cans drag sparks on asphalt slick. Window lifts. Engine hums. Laughter fades. Reality comes. Facts half-formed, racing your mouth, Stats, threads, warnings spilling out. Door shuts hard — your sentence breaks— (½ second — TOTAL SILENCE) Just saying— Odds are bad. red a thing. Happened fast. Happened once. Happened worse. Glass goes up. Car pulls out. You’re still talking To the air Like it owes you An answer. [Final Chorus – explosive, chaotic, almost joyful] You said the quiet part — LOUD! LOUD! No inhibition, you yelled it out loud! You said the quiet part — LOUD! LOUD! Toast turned roast and the vibe blacked out! You said the quiet part — LOUD! LOUD! Now it’s history everyone laughs about! You said the quiet part — LOUD! LOUD! Congrats, man — you’re that guy now! [Outro – abrupt stop, dry spoken tag] Should’ve held your peace. …And skipped the open bar.

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