You just can't please everybody
When you try, things get so gaudy
That the art falls apart
Bleeding hearts à la carte
Can't articulate what the mind dictates
The room's eyes turn to me
"Enfranchise all of these lost souls"
Is our aim tonight
And with that, please recite
I fire up my buddies over USB
Stayin' evergreen in the Holocene
I'm so glad to be the function bourgeoise
I put my hands up, then I put them down
I keep my head up and I go to town
I'm in the cockpit when we fly in the club
And that's how we keep it sunny-side up
"Headstrong" once again
The song starts to end
When nothing else keeps helping you in stealth
In moments soon to pass
Atonement comes so fast
At last, a fire starts to swell
And still spreads, though dispelled
I fire up my buddies over USB
Stayin' evergreen in the Holocene
I'm so glad to be the function bourgeoise
I put my hands up, then I put them down
I keep my head up and I go to town
I'm in the cockpit when we fly in the club
And that's how we keep it sunny-side up
Drafting prose is a waiting game
Stepped-on toes near a window pane
Summer haze drums my winter nights
End of days comes before the light
Alright!
(House music)
(House music)
I put my hands up, then I put them down
I keep my head up and I go to town
I'm in the cockpit when we fly in the club
And that's how we keep it sunny-side up
Oh yeah
Oh, yeah!