Friends, A warehouse pain They attack their own kind A thousand kids Who buried their parents There's laughing outside We're locked out of the public eye No Smooth Chords On the car radio No Smooth Chords On the car radio We set the trash on fire And watch outside the door And men come up the pavement and out of the marquee There's laughing outside We're locked out of the public eye No smooth chords on the car radio No harsh chords on the car radio No smooth chords on the car radio No harsh chords on the car radio