Isn't it nice Lyrics

Making awful noise on a saturday afternoon, ohnonono.
The voice a kind of dog howling at the moon, ohnonono.
The guitars are roaring out of tune
And the neighbours are praying for us to end up soon,
When the next four counts of the drums
Are leaving the room

Fanzines and friends they say
We've got no chances ? no way
Just boring hardcore
Like others have done before ? okay

But don't you know,
It's the fun that's counting twice
Even if it's not perfect and the lyrics
Are anything else but wise
But isn't nice

Don't sham false pity
Cause you think we're shitty, I know
But just wait and see
And don't judge immediately ? oh no.