Pop Song Lyrics

Step right up, skip the line

Atmosphere's so hot it's gonna unionize

Crack it cold, smoke it down

The birds are flying low over forgotten towns

And they see through their wings

Withering worms eating decayed dreams

Don't you bore us, get to the chorus

This is a pop song

Waking up just to pick your poison

Going numb it's overwhelming

Take my hand, got to feel the relation

And just sing along, sing along to a pop song

Terrorize, state of mind

A cold pale grip on the heart of the blind

Make that bed, live your lie

Genocide's American as warm apple pie

In the land of the free

We're all putting out for the dollar tree

Gather round, burn it down

Baby this is a pop song

Waking up just to pick your poison

Going numb it's overwhelming

Take my hand, got to feel the relation

And just sing along, sing along to a pop song

Bitter sweet irony

Bitter sweet irony

Bitter sweet irony

Bitter sweet irony

Waking up just to pick your poison

Going numb it's overwhelming

Take my hand, got to feel the relation

And just sing along, sing along to a pop song

Sing along to a pop song

Sing along to a pop song