Song Break Up Your Band Lyrics

I made it up to the fool the wax-faced lap dogs

Who set the traps and when you’re weak they finally paid you

Crave rapid hands

With pride and finesse

And you could finger through the piles

Let all the drummers come to meet the champions

Break up your band

And blast with the cold next to joy

And blast with the cold next to joy Make it stop so you can

I’ll make all arrangements

It has been approved

Clip your dreams and push shit through

If you could finger through the piles

Let all the drummers come to meet the champions

Break up your band

Stale sexless loud and vague

So stop while you can