Dine In Tax

rest our name and reputation on the shelves

don't debate it, the bank doors open at nine am

neuter my heart for the clearance rack by the door

when they leave, we'll move units and opinion will drift

cork the argument, just promise your commercial best

slosh through the chords to find the familiar, find the familiar

if this dream had any dead president on either side

It'd be a smirking george Jr.
They've fell asleep on the trigger
we're making sure we pay the dine in tax
You can have your fast food lifestyle

I need something clean and fresh
auto-tune the gravel in my throat to spit pure sugar
fumble my lifeblood cause I care little for guitar
I only play my greed compass to sniff out the cash in
let's choreograph our angst and piss on our own legs
the ears and the eyes will agree, we're the new old
champions from the sewage of "punk is dead"
I'm going to leave it all for the first suit at my door
I'm going to regurgitate every sell out speech
They've fell asleep on the trigger
we're making sure we pay the dine in tax
You can have your fast food lifestyle
I need something clean and fresh
I'm content but not docile

I'm livid but not mad

I'm pissed but steady

I keep my heart seperate from the checkbook