They're singing songs from the graveyard
Dead from the first bar
In it for the pay check
Sounding like a train wreck
Love songs with no heart
MC's with no bars
You like the pretty songs but you don't like politics
Say singers should be singers
Label puppets selling parlour tricks
Singing with their jaws locked
Wonder when their heart stopped
An undead cabaret
Tell me when the chorus drops
Cos I fee a little lost, yo


Our voice is valid too
Share the same streets as you
Same half baked dreams
Boil in the bag food
Change the playlist
Or maybe change your attitude
We're just the same as you
Share the same worries too
Same government
Same lies
Your paths set in stone
On it till the day you die


So are you saying that
you think we should be silenced?
When we are the ones
Seeking truths in the misguidance
We're writing words about
The people that surround us
Not who's got with who
In the latest vapid broadcast


So sing me a song
That feeds on your last breath
The chorus a call to arms
Coz we're not dead yet
Show me drums of war
Beating hearts
Right out of your dead chest
Nothing real in a single word
That you've said yet


Sick to the stomach
Of these undead songs
So brainless but the zombies sing along
No, we don't wanna hear it
We don't wanna hear another ghost song
Sick to to the stomach
Of these undead songs
So brainless but the zombies sing along
No we don't wanna hear it
We don't wanna hear it


Did you ever hear a tune and go nah
There's nothing there
You're aware
You kinda wanna move but don't hmmm
I just don't care, to be fair
I wanna feel the artist through the music,
So if there ain't heart then I won't choose it
Never gonna click, never gonna play,
Never gonna listen to what you say,
Its bait, it's lame, your tune's a rainy day,
Shocked this is your take away, every day you try to change the taste But you came and took that taste away


You fat cats in your fat cat tower
Hammer out 10 tracks an hour
Lounging on your stacks of cash
And grabbing at the power


Stick beats through the process
Gotta make the most bread
I don't think that note's so fresh
Gotta change that b to a c
Cos the people agree
That it's feels the best
See the ps on my desk
Tweaking that bpm for the people
You know that it pleases them
Whether edm or drill jams
I'd rather zig zag through
Make a mish mash
It's that creativity
Breathing in and feel out all the new stuff
It's all true love


Ain't about that pay rise
Just love for the bars and the badda-bass lines


Its punk-rock, ska, it's drum n bass
It's hip hop, it's rock, it's off ya face
Don't stop the tape, we are on the way
In it for the music not the fame


Now move to the bass and beats
Don't ever get stopped when you say your piece
If you get stitched up then break those seams
If you can get out and chase your dreams


I said have a laugh mate
See me at the bar mate
Playing my guitar mate
Have another jar mate
It's like we're making a map to the stars
Cos music is fun and we're having a blast


So sing me a song
That feeds on your last breath
The chorus a call to arms
Coz we're not dead yet
Show me drums of war
Beating hearts
Right out of your dead chest
Nothing real in a single word
That you've said yet


Sick to the stomach
Of these undead songs
So brainless but the zombies sing along
No, we don't wanna hear it
We don't wanna hear another ghost song
Sick to to the stomach
Of these undead songs
So brainless but the zombies sing along
No we don't wanna hear it
We don't wanna hear it