Without any training,
it's pouring, it's raining.
Training or a trade?
Hey, you bet I'm afraid.
Unequipped with a skill,
but I'm thrilled with the thrill!
Underskilled, unprepared,
hey, who wouldn't be scared?

Bring on the obstacles and burn me a bridge.
I'm not sure, should I call this a range or a ridge?
There ain't none too high if I'm up for the climb.
I'll go zero to sixty and stop on a dime.
A dime for a dozen if that's what you're after.
A moment of silence, a lifetime of laughter.

On the brighter side and on a happier note:
the noise, well, it's just love that gets caught in my throat.

The end of the line's not the end of the rope,
just a salesman selling a bucket of hope.
When the bucket gets kicked and my chips are all cashed,
my intentions, conventions are finally smashed.

- The Mighty Mighty Bosstones, "Noise Brigade"