The Rapture (but it’s Pink)
Someone call the doctor, baby
Someone call the morgue
'Cause ivory tower shatter
When you show them as they are (motherfucker)
And I'm so sick of ripping pages
Tossing records, burning stages
Letting motherfuckers hug the spotlight, tonight
I'll burn the stage
Burn the masses
All these bastards
Never mattered
Fuck the fame
Queue the laughter
Listen up, it's the rapture
Someone call the doctor, baby
Someone call the morgue
'Cause ivory tower shatter
When you show them as they are
I'll burn the stage
Burn the masses
All these bastards
Never mattered
Fuck the fame
Queue the laughter
Listen up, it's the rapture (it's the rapture)
Made it to hell, where the bands at?
The devil said he'll give your soul back (yeah)
Taking a record or a laugh track
The label called, you can't recoup that
I'm so busy burning bridges
Laughing at their narcissism
Ego driven boys, they're flying nine, five, please drive
(Off a cliff with the rest of your career)
Someone call the doctor, baby
Someone call the morgue
'Cause ivory tower shatter
When you show them as they are
I'll burn the stage
Burn the masses
All these bastards
Never mattered
Fuck the fame
Queue the laughter
Listen up, it's the rapture (it's the rapture)
It's the rapture
I'll burn the stage
Burn the masses
All these bastards
Never mattered
Fuck the fame
Queue the laughter
Listen up
It's the rapture
Someone call the morgue
'Cause ivory tower shatter
When you show them as they are (motherfucker)
And I'm so sick of ripping pages
Tossing records, burning stages
Letting motherfuckers hug the spotlight, tonight
I'll burn the stage
Burn the masses
All these bastards
Never mattered
Fuck the fame
Queue the laughter
Listen up, it's the rapture
Someone call the doctor, baby
Someone call the morgue
'Cause ivory tower shatter
When you show them as they are
I'll burn the stage
Burn the masses
All these bastards
Never mattered
Fuck the fame
Queue the laughter
Listen up, it's the rapture (it's the rapture)
Made it to hell, where the bands at?
The devil said he'll give your soul back (yeah)
Taking a record or a laugh track
The label called, you can't recoup that
I'm so busy burning bridges
Laughing at their narcissism
Ego driven boys, they're flying nine, five, please drive
(Off a cliff with the rest of your career)
Someone call the doctor, baby
Someone call the morgue
'Cause ivory tower shatter
When you show them as they are
I'll burn the stage
Burn the masses
All these bastards
Never mattered
Fuck the fame
Queue the laughter
Listen up, it's the rapture (it's the rapture)
It's the rapture
I'll burn the stage
Burn the masses
All these bastards
Never mattered
Fuck the fame
Queue the laughter
Listen up
It's the rapture
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Writer(s): Ron Ish, Zachary Jones, Hannah Collins
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