Dead Letter Office Chairkickers
I woke up in a city where the sun don’t sleep
The future was folded right out in front of me
A broken down town in a dead man’s dream
You can’t fix your spirit with a life support machine
So come on and let it out
We’re ready for the rapture
We’re ready when you are
Chairkickers!
Cause we will never be part of the crowd
Come on and let it out
Come on and let it out
So stand up on your soapbox and give us your best
It may seem a little high up but maybe that’s the test
I said the lights won’t blind you they’re too far away
So don’t be afraid to stand up cause you might well be saved
Cause we’re all going to hell but at least we’ll all be there together
We’re ready when you are
Chairkickers!
Cause we will never be part of the crowd
Come on and let it out
Come on and let it out
Hold me down cause I don’t wanna see it
Kick my chair out; bury the hatchet
Cause we will never be part of the crowd
Come on and let it out
Come on and let it out
Chairkickers!
