Eat Sugar - Clap Your Hands lyrics

rate me

ou put the sick in sycophant

You let the crowd decide your stance

You put the sick in sycophant

You wouldn't clap your hands

For fear of reprimand

Collected in a pool of fragments

You're part of a scene

A scene that's stagnant

Rejected from the other fragments

Your little scene is stagnant

You wouldn't clap your hands

For fear of reprimand

You wouldn't learn that brand-new dance

You wouldn't take a chance

They're forming a line

They're just wasting time

And if you're selling

Then I'm buying

If you're selling

You're digging a hole

And the marker reads "Rock n' Roll"

Watch it rot

Would-be damaged reprobates

Ad hoc rumpled fashion plates

Just let the 'net decide your fate

Becoming what you hate

You wouldn't clap your hands

For fear of reprimand

The gig of the week

It never fails

They follow like sheep

You play the blues

I got the blues

You're digging a hole

And the grave reads "Rock n' Roll"

Ashes to ashes

You don't know what to do at the end

Just do what you feel