Anarchist Dance Party

Hey man, good set - but not as good as mine
That's what you get for going first in line
Don't you know nobody takes that spot? Don't you wanna practice in the mosh?
Don't you wanna warm up where nobody else can hear you? Nobody else can see you?

Breaking vocals? 2 points off for you
You hit that snare both too soft and too soon
That's one more deduction for your time. That's where everyone will draw the line
That's where you will pack it up and head home 'till next time
When you can get another chance to be king of the night

And what you do you get for all your hard analysis?
Not a damn thing, cause that is not the point of this
Other bands are not your enemies - there is no one here you must defeat
All that kind of toxic shit, intentional or accident will never earn a crown for anything

But why would you wanna wear one, anyways?
Even if you made it, it'd be something that you'd hate
So fuck the king, fuck all kings, fuck the monarchy
Let's have a musical anarchist dance party
And we'll dance like no one's watching, cause no one will be
Cause no one will be
Cause no one will be



Credits
Writer(s): Taylor Lanham
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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