Pay For The Piano Lyrics - Change - Dismemberment Plan

People my people -- the cat in the steeple -- 

and everyone here I need your ear so be cool for a few 

I feel a funny emotion, a negative notion 

a tear in the air, an unseen stare, if I'm wrong then I'm wrong 

what I say? 

Senors and senoras -- they cannot ignore us -- 

we know that they know the score, it's there at the core --always been 

and we could give it up all nice, or put it on cold ice 

while that could suffice I give these dreams up in hell -- ring a bell -- 

what I say? 

Somebody's got to pay for the piano 

Somebody's got to make sure we honor everyone 

I know if we can forfeit all our sorrow, it may as well be us 

People my people, supreme to my equal 

say not a word I know you're tired so am I, I could cry 

you know you knew it would be hard to play such a bad card 

lower your guard to unseen harm 'cos you're scarred, I can see 

and the people that need you say the couldn't read you 

you plant 'em a seed they claim they loved all the weeds 

so you flee -- what I say? 

So people my people -- the cat in the steeple -- 

and everyone here I know your fear like a friend -- I contend -- 

commandos commandettes, it wasn't a sure bet 

but nothing good was and what should or could be does what it can 

It's a quiet and sad choice you hear in your own voice 

I know what I'd like and I can't say anymore: Je t'adore 

so break it down...