Head On a Plate - Bayside

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