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Hot Chocolate Party - Comprehensible Lyrics
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You say my band name's grammatically rough
I say I don't care, dismiss all your opinion
I'm highly critical, politically charged
Yeah, guns and sweatshops, just wait for the drop
You tell the banks to go and jump off a cliff
How's breaking their fall not breaking the law?
Hang on, I'm losing you, it's getting too real
Sit back and relax, the chorus distracts, yeh
(Let's sing in octaves now, let's sing in octaves now)
Sing random syllables, and I'm barely comprehensible, yeh
(Still singin' octaves now, still singin' octaves now)
Yeah something, something 'bout consumerism
Save your Gucci shades for the darkest of hours, oh well
You can conform or buy the farm, decisions, decisions
I could never be your convenient truth
Just spoutin' hot air - at least someone was listening
And now I'm singing in a much lower register
Don't criticize, I'll make you empty the register
And now I'm back at a more comfortable pitch
It's almost like I got something to prove, yeah
(Let's sing in octaves now, let's sing in octaves now)
Hope you got medical, cuz I'm at 100 decibels, yeh
(Still singin' octaves now, still singin' octaves now)
Of you, I'm skeptical, for your work ethic's congressional
(Let's sing in octaves now, let's sing in octaves now)
Sing random syllables, and I'm barely comprehensible, yeh
(Still singin' octaves now, still singin' octaves now)
I swear to God, don't say a word, or you're walkin' home now
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You say my band name's grammatically rough
I say I don't care, dismiss all your opinion
I'm highly critical, politically charged
Yeah, guns and sweatshops, just wait for the drop
You tell the banks to go and jump off a cliff
How's breaking their fall not breaking the law?
Hang on, I'm losing you, it's getting too real
Sit back and relax, the chorus distracts, yeh
(Let's sing in octaves now, let's sing in octaves now)
Sing random syllables, and I'm barely comprehensible, yeh
(Still singin' octaves now, still singin' octaves now)
Yeah something, something 'bout consumerism
Save your Gucci shades for the darkest of hours, oh well
You can conform or buy the farm, decisions, decisions
I could never be your convenient truth
Just spoutin' hot air - at least someone was listening
And now I'm singing in a much lower register
Don't criticize, I'll make you empty the register
And now I'm back at a more comfortable pitch
It's almost like I got something to prove, yeah
(Let's sing in octaves now, let's sing in octaves now)
Hope you got medical, cuz I'm at 100 decibels, yeh
(Still singin' octaves now, still singin' octaves now)
Of you, I'm skeptical, for your work ethic's congressional
(Let's sing in octaves now, let's sing in octaves now)
Sing random syllables, and I'm barely comprehensible, yeh
(Still singin' octaves now, still singin' octaves now)
I swear to God, don't say a word, or you're walkin' home now
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Writer: Michael Yanoska, Nicholas Agee
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid


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