[Intro: Vox Continental organ lead, cheap acoustic drums, nervous energetic tempo, lo-fi analog warmth] [Verse 1] [Nervous angry shambolic tenor] Nana nana nah nah, I can't hear you, Nana nana nah nah. [Chorus] [Nervous angry shambolic tenor] Even Vincent Van Gogh Will fucking tell you so: Cutting it off Doesn't block the hole. [Verse 2] I can't hear you, Too much static In my brain That I just can't contain. There she goes On the phone again, Conversation ain't got no end, Calling it in, Asking for a friend. [Chorus] [Nervous angry shambolic tenor] Even Vincent Van Gogh Will fucking tell you so: Cutting it off Doesn't block the hole. [Verse 3] I can't hear you, Nor would I want to. Beek's always pecking At my head, Wishing I was deaf Or better yet dead. [Bridge / Middle Break: Vox Continental organ solo, driving cheap acoustic drums, lo-fi analog garage crunch] [Verse 4] I can't hear you Or find the button To clear you. Nearly put me off my beer— Nearly, but not really. Better call Siri, These eyes get bleary When the brain gets Weary of your Endless shite, every night. [Pre-Chorus: Nervous angry shambolic tenor, driving cheap acoustic drums] Put my fingers in my ears, Singing, Nana nana nah nah, I can't hear you. Nana nana nah nah, I can't hear you. Getting ready to John Deere you, The deciding factor Underneath my tractor. Stand clear, There's no reception here. [Chorus] [Nervous angry shambolic tenor] Even Vincent Van Gogh Will fucking tell you so: Cutting it off Doesn't block the hole. [Outro: Vox Continental organ lead fading out, cheap acoustic drums crashing, lo-fi analog tape hiss] Nana nana nah nah, I can't hear you, Nana nana nah nah, I can't hear you. [End]
