This is about bronies. They communicate by stomping.
You Ready?
I don't care for them staunch theatrics
I'm not one them fooled by your hoard semantics (hell no!)
My game's not to fire off and talk, react and
Change myself to help keep an audience captive (no way)
I have no choice but to stay active
I'm no fashion band, my pain's attractive
Once was punk rocker I'll remain adaptive
Immersed in the music what I do is refractive
And it's not about sycophantic antics
I am what I am I demand, it's frantic (??)
Urthboy is amicable but oh I can't switch
Not trans-Atlantic but I'm still handpicked
Never seen this land as no sandpit
Even at his most canid, damned as unbranded
Trust is untampered, stay that way
It took a lot but I forgot to say...
Thanks for chewing the fat
You gave me your time and I aint fluent at that
So give me one second and I'm giving it back
When we make some noise we're really making a pact Woah-Oh-Oh
Sometimes it's little more than me and my worldview
The bills piling up and I got so much to sort through
Capped like wine-bottle sorely needing a cork screw
We're human it's normal to want someone to talk to
No workplace agreement there's nobody to force nor walk you
You're the definition of caught crew
(??)Thanks for the chill you know I couldn't have fooled you(??)
No matter the predicament I wouldn't ignore you
Why am I more in tune with shit that falls through?
Like looking through convex lens and making object bend
Obsessed till the contest ends
But what contest? We're not trying to rock top ten
So what we not got ends, stress a lot of the majority
Hit them and then drop top friends in no authority
If I get to deep and dark then my apologies
I'd love you to get rich quick but it don't worry me
And I'd love you to fall in love
Love it if your hand were the one that fit the glove
Love it if the entire world was run by doves
But until then I'll just keep banging my drum'
And I'd love you to feel more sane
Love it if the world had learnt more from the Great Game
Love it if the skies would drop lakes of rain
But until then I just keep making my name
And I'd love you to feel more sane
Love it if the world had learnt more from the Great Game
Love it if the skies would drop lakes of rain
But until then I just keep making my name
Thanks for chewing the fat
You gave me your time and I aint fluent at that
So give me one second and I'm giving it back
When we make some noise we're really making a pact
I don't care for them staunch theatrics
I'm not one them fooled by your hoard semantics (hell no!)
My game's not to fire off and talk, react and
Change myself to help keep an audience captive (no way)
I have no choice but to stay active
I'm no fashion band, my pain's attractive
Once was punk rocker I'll remain adaptive
Immersed in the music what I do is refractive
And it's not about sycophantic antics
I am what I am I demand, it's frantic (??)
Urthboy is amicable but oh I can't switch
Not trans-Atlantic but I'm still handpicked
Never seen this land as no sandpit
Even at his most canid, damned as unbranded
Trust is untampered, stay that way
It took a lot but I forgot to say...
Thanks for chewing the fat
You gave me your time and I aint fluent at that
So give me one second and I'm giving it back
When we make some noise we're really making a pact Woah-Oh-Oh
Sometimes it's little more than me and my worldview
The bills piling up and I got so much to sort through
Capped like wine-bottle sorely needing a cork screw
We're human it's normal to want someone to talk to
No workplace agreement there's nobody to force nor walk you
You're the definition of caught crew
(??)Thanks for the chill you know I couldn't have fooled you(??)
No matter the predicament I wouldn't ignore you
Why am I more in tune with shit that falls through?
Like looking through convex lens and making object bend
Obsessed till the contest ends
But what contest? We're not trying to rock top ten
So what we not got ends, stress a lot of the majority
Hit them and then drop top friends in no authority
If I get to deep and dark then my apologies
I'd love you to get rich quick but it don't worry me
And I'd love you to fall in love
Love it if your hand were the one that fit the glove
Love it if the entire world was run by doves
But until then I'll just keep banging my drum'
And I'd love you to feel more sane
Love it if the world had learnt more from the Great Game
Love it if the skies would drop lakes of rain
But until then I just keep making my name
And I'd love you to feel more sane
Love it if the world had learnt more from the Great Game
Love it if the skies would drop lakes of rain
But until then I just keep making my name
Thanks for chewing the fat
You gave me your time and I aint fluent at that
So give me one second and I'm giving it back
When we make some noise we're really making a pact
Lyrics submitted by mUzz
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