Trouble down on my own streetnDomestic violence on repeatnSmashed up doors and yelling againnSome say you are insanenBut I don't think so I love younWhen you are smiling I am toonThe only troubles I have are yoursnPlease just make them endnUntil they find you something that curesnI hide away at friendsnnI was saved by the bellnOr rather saved by hellnBecause it didn't kill menNo it rather drilled menTo be doing wellnnMy friends look forward to Friday nightnWhile I am anxious nFor the weekend fightsnIn a small apartmentnThere's nowhere to runnWhen chaos has begunnI hold my ears to dull the noisenBut I can still hear your loud voicenI hide under my bed 'til it's gonenWhy can't you get along?nnI was saved by the bellnOr rather saved by hellnBecause it didn't kill menNo it rather drilled menTo be doing wellnnI was saved by hellnAnd now I'm doing wellnIt didn't kill me thennIt will not kill me now.