Head On A Plate Lyrics

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
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With tied wrists we're under their control
With fists clenched, we're taking on the world
I write down words with cathartic intentions
But they spawn revolutions of minds

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

I'm loose lipped now shaking back and forth
Problems 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