Lyrics
This is not a test of the emergency broadcast system
This is the real thing
Kick back, watch it crumble
See the drowning
Watch the fall
I feel just terrible about it
That's sarcasm, let it burn
I'm gonna make a toast when it falls apart
I'm gonna raise my glass above my heart
Then someone shouts, "That's what they get"
For all the years of hit-and-run
For all the piss broke bands on VH-1
Where did all their money go?
Don't we all know?
Parasitic music industry
As it destroys itself
We'll show them how it's supposed to be
Music written from devotion
Not ambition
Not for fame
Zero people are exploited
There are no tricks up our sleeve
We're gonna fight against the mass appeal
We're gonna kill the seven record deal
Make records that have more than one good song
Dinosaurs will slowly die
And I do believe no one will cry
I'm just fucking glad I'm gonna be
There to watch the fall
Pre-Historic music industry
Three feet in La Brea tar
Extinction never felt so good
If you think anyone will feel badly
You are sadly mistaken
Time has come for revolution
Fuck collusion
Kill the five
Whatever happened to the handshake
Whatever happened to deals no-one would break
What happened to integrity?
It's still there, and it always was
For playing music just because
A million reasons why
Dinosaurs will die
Dinosaurs will die
Dinosaurs will die
