Head On A Plate Paroles

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 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


(Thanks to dearbravesheep for correcting these lyrics)