Bài hát Head On A Plate Báo Lỗi

Lyrics to 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 clinched, we're taking on the world

I write down words with cathartic intentions

That 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 lose lipped now shaking back and forth

Problem fixed, I'm pouring out my soul

I find the right words to express myself

Instead of fitting round pegs and round holes


What a lovely day for a symphony

Full of honesty and integrity

So take this for what it’s worth

Originality not’s 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