| Song | The Noose (Album Version) |
| Artist | The Offspring |
| Album | Splinter |
| Well our souls are all mistaken in the same misguided way | |
| We all end up forsaken, we‘re just choosing our own way | |
| The future now incinerates before our very eyes | |
| And leaves us with emptiness of no more tries | |
| Well our visions of glory have spiraled down the drain | |
| The best of our intentions come crashing down in flames | |
| The depths of our despair we are unable to contain | |
| It‘s shallow living | |
| The noose is falling | |
| And all my friends are crawling | |
| The noose is falling | |
| And enemies are rising | |
| A truth appalling | |
| Our mak‘r comes a calling | |
| The noose is falling | |
| And enemies are rising | |
| Well the tracers from yesteryear are burning in the dust | |
| Your bruises are reminders of naivete and trust | |
| You‘re only feeling stronger cause your body‘s getting numb | |
| Now I lay you down | |
| Put the coins in your eyes | |
| And blow the candles out | |
| The noose is falling | |
| And all my friends are crawling | |
| The noose is falling | |
| And enemies are rising | |
| A truth appalling | |
| Our mak‘r comes a calling | |
| The noose is falling | |
| And enemies are rising | |
| No more! | |
| No more! | |
| Nothing! | |
| No more! | |
| No more! | |
| Ever! | |
| No! | |
| More! |
| Well our souls are all mistaken in the same misguided way | |
| We all end up forsaken, we' re just choosing our own way | |
| The future now incinerates before our very eyes | |
| And leaves us with emptiness of no more tries | |
| Well our visions of glory have spiraled down the drain | |
| The best of our intentions come crashing down in flames | |
| The depths of our despair we are unable to contain | |
| It' s shallow living | |
| The noose is falling | |
| And all my friends are crawling | |
| The noose is falling | |
| And enemies are rising | |
| A truth appalling | |
| Our mak' r comes a calling | |
| The noose is falling | |
| And enemies are rising | |
| Well the tracers from yesteryear are burning in the dust | |
| Your bruises are reminders of naivete and trust | |
| You' re only feeling stronger cause your body' s getting numb | |
| Now I lay you down | |
| Put the coins in your eyes | |
| And blow the candles out | |
| The noose is falling | |
| And all my friends are crawling | |
| The noose is falling | |
| And enemies are rising | |
| A truth appalling | |
| Our mak' r comes a calling | |
| The noose is falling | |
| And enemies are rising | |
| No more! | |
| No more! | |
| Nothing! | |
| No more! | |
| No more! | |
| Ever! | |
| No! | |
| More! |