Songtexte




You sit outside in the dark
And get nicked by the strobe light
While we're playing indoors
We play in a bar, we play in a basement
We play in a room where the mix isn't right
The help at the door, the age to get in
The artist is smug, they don't sound like they did
We're ready to move, the crowd is just there
If you got things on your mind, shove 'em off
The crowd they dress like the band
And show their support
You're not on the list, you paid to get in
Your boyfriend is fat, it was something you did
In concert tonight, the bass drum is quick
If you got things on your mind, shove 'em off
Yeah, that's why we have come to collect your bodies
From your lovers and pause all the suffering
At least start pacing
That's right (That's right)
That's right, we have come to collect your bodies
From your lovers and pause all the suffering
At least start pacing



Autor(en): Todd Beachle, Joel Petersen, Clark Baechle, Jacob Thiele Copyright: Grammar Out Of Context



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