Head On A Plate

Head On A Plate

Bayside
(album: The Walking Wounded)

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