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 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