Head On A Plate Lyrics - 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