Digit

Ok
Now everybody wants a piece of the pie
They want their crusts cut up and their whipped cream lite
Get your hands on something sweet
How 'bout a watermelon? But hold the black seeds
Hold the elevator, I've got a big one
We're gonna cram it down your throats til you're agreein
And now I'm thinkin' it's the time of the season
To watch another band go up for sale

Voices born, raised on scorn
You're diggin' up someone's acorns
Can't wear a suit if you aren't worn
There goes another band for sale

Strawberry-rhubarb Sega Genesis
I never had a pecan pie taste like this
That's not thematical, am I a radical
Is that why all those joints have left me with these jacket holes
Cut up, cut down, cut free
Cut loose to the vibe of a Reynolds beat
Some bands are thinkin' a show should not be free
But they undermine the local music scene

Voices born, raised on scorn
You're diggin' up someone's acorns
Can't wear a suit if you aren't worn
There goes another band for sale

Hold the elevator



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Writer(s): Frank Reynolds
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