Break Up Your Band

Lyrics
I made it up to 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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Credits
- Writers
- Clay Tarver
- Matt Sweeney
- James Lo