Subordinates - Hate Dept.

I’ll tell you what I want to hear, dressed up in your souvenir

You can hold it to your heart, but it’s still mine

And if I warn you with a punch, it only ever happens once

First a little hurt, then a crooked spine

The clouds in the sky and a dream come true

And cotton candy in pink and blue

Babies and angels and holding hands

Because I’m selling somebody the «fuck you» plan

«Fuck you» plan

I’ll kick you a crumb and a broken chair until you chant that life be fair

Then shower pittance down from my privy tree

And when you concede to that I am the one, don’t do it for fame or do it for fun

I do it because you follow, so follow me

The stars in the heavens and garden of truth

A country fair and a kiss from you

It’s all for the children and your favorite band

And telling everybody here my «fuck you» plan

«Fuck you» plan

«Fuck you» plan

This is a future historic site of where you lose a crucial fight

That will satisfy my reason to cut your tongue

The torches are lit when the sun goes down — I will rule this broken town

The subordinates know the song, but they ain’t gonna sing

Sing

The clouds in the sky and a dream come true

And cotton candy in pink and blue

Babies and angels and holding hands

Because I’m selling somebody the «fuck you» plan

«Fuck you» plan

It’s a «fuck you» plan…