The Overture Lyrics

Dark blue tie like you're dignified

Your side-eyed stare as your testify

A great big war on the court room floor

I can't take more, no more

And you fabricate a plea

"Sir, it wasn't me"

And the jury gives you pity

All eyes on me

My turn to speak

Will they believe me

Yes, I drew blood

But you drew first

I was sixteen then

On your 21st

Sit your ass down and feel the burn

Feel the hurt, hurt

I drew my sword

But you drew yours first

I was far too young

For the overture

So, don't play dumb

If I chain up all my doors

(Oh)

You sit and lie through an alibi

You're so damn good that you even cry

A great big mess on your brand new vest

Deceitful as it gets

And you fabricate a plea

"Sir, it wasn't me"

And the jury gives you pity

All eyes on me

My turn to speak

Will they believe me

Yes, I drew blood

But you drew first

I was sixteen then

On your 21st

Sit your ass down and feel the burn

Feel the hurt, hurt

I drew my sword

But you drew yours first

I was far too young

For the overture

So, don't play dumb

If I chain up all my doors

(Oh, oh, oh oh, oh)

Yes, I drew blood

But you drew first

I was sixteen then

On your 21st

Sit your ass down and feel the burn

Feel the hurt, hurt

I drew my sword

But you drew yours first

I was far too young

For the overture

So, don't play dumb

If I chain up all my doors

(Oh, oh, oh oh, oh)