Indie rock is dead

Any, way that you want to make me,
the way you wanna to shape me,
the way you wanna play me,
I’ll turn into the stereotype the stereotype you like.
Take me, and the way you wanna take me,
the perfect carbon copy,
I’ll make you one more copy,
we’ll do it until everything sounds yeah everyone sounds alike.
Standing on this Stage, Staring into space,
Singing you a love song,
So excited, that you can sing along.
Now it’s getting late, time to get replaced,
Going to the next town,
So distracted, they turned the volume down.
Ooooo . . . oooooo. . .
Any, way that you want to make me,
the way you wanna to shape me,
the way you wanna play me,
I’ll turn into the stereotype the stereotype you like.
Take me, and the way you wanna take me,
the perfect carbon copy,
I’ll make you one more copy,
we’ll do it until everything sounds yeah everyone sounds alike.
CHORUS
Standing on this Stage, Staring into space,
Singing you a love song,
So excited, that you can sing along.
Now it’s getting late, time to get replaced,
Going to the next town,
So distracted, they turned the volume down.
Ooooo . . . . oooooo. . . .
Over, I’m barely getting over,
The competitions younger,
And people like it better,
Much better when just everything sounds, yeah everyone sounds the same.
Colder, the crowds are getting colder,
And no one breaks the order,
yeah everyone in order, yeah here we go,
Just keep inside, just keep it inside the frame.
CHORUS
Standing on this Stage, Staring into space,
Singing you a love song,
So excited, that you can sing along.
Now it’s getting late, time to get replaced,
Going to the next town,
So distracted, they turned the volume down.
Any, way that you want to make me,
the way you wanna to shape me,
the way you wanna play me,
I’ll turn into the stereotype the stereotype you like.
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