Bayside Head On A Plate Lyrics

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



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