hey gertrude! the sheep got out again!
music by brandon bermudez
words by reid rohr

great
don't you be ashamed
at least you don't talk
this arrangement's starting to fray
won't you please be my alibi
promise you won't say

what's the deal with the new sound?
can't we have the old sound back in action?
salesmen are savvy to this
all these tricks only tax my endeavors
this new revelation's going to stay
oh heavens no
shake it like a jackson baby
now it's all the hype because it's on the radio
i spy a gold everything

thieves tell tv
that liars awaited in long lines
for minds of their own

is that what you wanted to say
you did not speak clearly
you look so tired
ugly
are you doing alright?

quell them all
manifesto salvage the cause before they infiltrate
songs turn to mannequins with stunning features
cloned by a marketing team
so it begins
throw your stones
satisfy your wanton desires and fear the peace forever
cleanse - cleanse - cleanse
we end this now
precious time is wasted on garble spilt by hypocrites
show us the way back
open up and mouth the silent script

matchmaker find me a man…
i mean make me a match cuz i don't understand
i'm downright confused
i cut my hair right...
i wear my jeans tight...
it's not gay if you're in the same band

down by the bay
where the air is clean
you can grab your gal
and toss her in
she's sure to try to get away
so you've got to let her know it's either her or the baby

this is for every loud mouth wagging its tongue
every time you open up to let it reek
spare us from your cultish trends
unwarranted propaganda
if you buy what you sell
then you wouldn't have to push it on everyone else
of course it's not just an opinion
it's a way of life
dress yourself appropriately
and laugh at all the ways we conform
i'm declaring war on almost everything
it's about time for the changing tide
to sweep her children back to sea

you all look the same
but i'm the one who's conforming
you all sound the same
what happened to the music?