Sonic Revolt

(ah!) Hey! (ha!)

I wore a paper crown to the council debate They kissed the

ring, then argued over crumbs on the plate The drummer kicked the

door and the room fell in line A saint with dirty fingers

said the scandal looked fine I grin through the smoke with a

headline face

Selling cheap salvation by the half-minute grace Wind it tighter,

watch it shake

Every little promise starts to break

Hold your laughter, bite the wire Strike the match and feed the

fire

Dance, you saints of second hand shame

Bang the table, brag your borrowed name

We are the joke and the punchline too Laughing with our teeth

showing through

Hey! hey! tear the velvet down

Hey! hey! hand me the paper crown Your perfect little posture cracked

under the heat There was mud on the sermon and spit on

the sheet

A sax cried crooked while the spotlight swayed And every righteous haircut

looked suddenly frayed I sold my doubt for a front row seat

Now the whole house stomps to a lopsided beat

Dance, you saints of second hand shame Bang the table,

brag your borrowed name

We are the joke and the punchline too Laughing with our teeth

showing through

Hey! hey! tear the velvet down

Hey! hey! hand me the paper crown Look at the mirror learning

how to lie

Look at the choir with a hook in its tie I raise

my glass to the grand disguise

Then bite the stem and sing with open eyes (ah!) (ha!) (ooh)

Dance, you saints of second hand shame Bang the table,

brag your borrowed name We are the joke and the punchline too

Laughing with our teeth

showing through Hey! hey!

tear the velvet down Hey!

hey! hand me the paper crown

Dance till the rafters answer back Kick the podium off the track

We are the grin in

the cracked old glass A marching band built out of brass Paper

crown Paper crown Tear it down Tear it down Laugh it out

Laugh it out Paper crown Paper crown Hey!

Hey!