מילים לשיר Pay For The Piano – Dismemberment Plan

People my people and everyone here I need your ear so be cool for a few
I feel a funny emotion, a negative notion
a tear in the air, an unseen stare, if I'm wrong then I'm wrong
what I say? Senors and senoras we know that they know the score, it's there at the core and we could give it up all nice, or put it on cold ice
while that could suffice I give these dreams up in hell what I say? Somebody's got to pay for the piano
Somebody's got to make sure we honor everyone
I know if we can forfeit all our sorrow, it may as well be us People my people, supreme to my equal
say not a word I know you're tired so am I, I could cry
you know you knew it would be hard to play such a bad card
lower your guard to unseen harm 'cos you're scarred, I can see
and the people that need you say the couldn't read you
you plant 'em a seed they claim they loved all the weeds
so you flee
So people my people and everyone here I know your fear like a friend commandos commandettes, it wasn't a sure bet
but nothing good was and what should or could be does what it can It's a quiet and sad choice you hear in your own voice
I know what I'd like and I can't say anymore: Je t'adore
so break it down.