Текст песни Break Up Your Band - Chavez
I
made
it
up
to
the
fool
the
wax-faced
lap
dogs
Who
set
the
traps
and
when
you're
weak
they
finally
paid
you
Crave
rapid
hands
With
pride
and
finesse
And
you
could
finger
through
the
piles
Let
all
the
drummers
come
to
meet
the
champions
Break
up
your
band
And
blast
with
the
cold
next
to
joy
And
blast
with
the
cold
next
to
joy
Make
it
stop
so
you
can
I'll
make
all
arrangements
It
has
been
approved
Clip
your
dreams
and
push
shit
through
If
you
could
finger
through
the
piles
Let
all
the
drummers
come
to
meet
the
champions
Break
up
your
band
Stale
sexless
loud
and
vague
So
stop
while
you
can
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