back at it where the apple is rotten
to the core in the city of Gotham, he’s watchin’
ricochet off the walls like a metal ball in a grid
futuristic or humanistic its all for the kids
hot steppin’ my achilles with flame wings
blazin’ a trail baby you do the same thing
clap ya’ hands stomp ya feet no frontin’
now lets dance and put the funk in function
maniac I aint dyin’ in a crash like Brainiac
on a path to destruction, maybe these are the last days of Yak
I’m just another victim of the system
maybe ’cause I have no direction acceptance can’t save me
just another victim of the system maybe
’cause I’m runnin’ with Leftists, I’m skeptic lately
gnarly but we just want to party like its 1999
and I think its time, for the worlds to collide with the land’s support
I need girl who believes in what I’m standin’ for
deleted some fickle friends so its time for upgrades
holdin’ my stomach in pain while I ride the subway
singin’ momma momma I’m so sick
that’s why I tour the country and avoid the kitsch
asking doctor doctor will I die?
I know this life is not promised but still I try

ya’gotta, clap your hands if you want to
clap your hands if you want to
clap your hands if you want to
clap your hands if you want to

I will not love you
I cannot touch you
I really want to
you bring me up then you break me down

down for the cause if the cause is poppin’
on some WM shit and jaws are droppin’
told pop I’m quittin’ my job I’m sick of bein’ a slave
now the remedy is decay not me in a phase
played the show it was stellar last night
swear to God I must’ve been a cow in my past life
clap ya’ hands stomp ya feet no frontin
now lets dance and put the funk in function
neophytes don’t even sweat it everything’s gonna be alright
you got the fever the skeleton key to life
but you’re just another victim of the system
maybe you lost your mind when you loaned your brain to the TV
just another victim of the system
maybe I used love to blind you call me crazy
gnarly but we just want to party like its 1999
and I think its time, for the worlds to collide with the lands support
I need girl who believes in what I’m standin’ for
deleted some fickle friends so its time for upgrades
holdin’ my stomach in pain while I ride the subway
singin’ momma momma I’m so sick
that’s why I tour the country and avoid the kitsch
askin’ doctor doctor will I die?
I know this life is not promised but still I try

chorus*


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ChaChing (Clap Your Hands) song meanings
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