The public bar was heaving,

There were a hundred bodies breathing

Just a normal Friday evening

In a pub just down the street.

An eight-piece band were screaming

Down the walls the sweat was streaming

I could have sworn that I was dreaming

When I heard somebody shriek.

Turn up the sound, turn up the sound

I want to hear my temples pound

Feel my brain spin round

Turn up the sound.

The smoke was like a blanket

And I bought a beer and drank it

Out the back the toilets stank

And there was writing on the walls.

The floor was like a skating rink

It took an hour or more to get a drink

So much noise you couldn't think

When from the back somebody calls

Turn up the sound, turn up the sound

I want to hear my temples pound

Feel my brain spin round

Turn up the sound.

Then someone started fighting

About who was wrong or right and

It was hell in neon lighting

And the devil was in the band.

There was blood all down the leather

Mixed with beer in equal measure

And that folk go there for pleasure

I will never understand.

Turn up the sound, turn up the sound

I want to hear my temples pound

Feel my brain spin round

Turn up the sound.