Head On A Plate
Breathe kids, the mold is getting old
It'll be gone any day
The hipster empire of tomorrow
Will fall to the common kids of today
With tied wrists, we're under their control
With fists clinched, were taking on the world
I write down words with cathartic intentions
But they spawn revolutions of minds
So they're askin'
For my, my head on a plate
They're asking for my, my head on a plate
I'm really, really not that conceited
I swear I'm not
I'm just trying to bring
Music back to music
I define up and coming
They already came up and went
I'm loose-lipped now shaking back and forth
Problem fixed, I'm pouring out my soul
I find the right words to express myself
Instead of fitting round pegs in round holes
What a lovely day for a symphony
Full of honesty and integrity
So take this for what it's worth
Originality's not a curse
They're asking for my, my head on a plate
They're asking for my, my head on a plate
I'm really, really not that conceited
I swear I'm not
I'm just trying to bring
Music back to music
I define up and coming
They already came up and went
They're asking for my, my head on a plate
They're asking for my, my head on a plate
I'm really, really not that conceited
I swear I'm not
I'm just trying to bring
Music back to music
I define up and coming
They already came up and went
It'll be gone any day
The hipster empire of tomorrow
Will fall to the common kids of today
With tied wrists, we're under their control
With fists clinched, were taking on the world
I write down words with cathartic intentions
But they spawn revolutions of minds
So they're askin'
For my, my head on a plate
They're asking for my, my head on a plate
I'm really, really not that conceited
I swear I'm not
I'm just trying to bring
Music back to music
I define up and coming
They already came up and went
I'm loose-lipped now shaking back and forth
Problem fixed, I'm pouring out my soul
I find the right words to express myself
Instead of fitting round pegs in round holes
What a lovely day for a symphony
Full of honesty and integrity
So take this for what it's worth
Originality's not a curse
They're asking for my, my head on a plate
They're asking for my, my head on a plate
I'm really, really not that conceited
I swear I'm not
I'm just trying to bring
Music back to music
I define up and coming
They already came up and went
They're asking for my, my head on a plate
They're asking for my, my head on a plate
I'm really, really not that conceited
I swear I'm not
I'm just trying to bring
Music back to music
I define up and coming
They already came up and went
Credits
Writer(s): Jack A O Shea, Christopher John Guglielmo, Nick Ghanbarian, Anthony S Raneri
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