Foster The People

Rise above, gonna start the war! Oh, what you want, what you need, what’d you come here for? Well, an eye for an eye and an ‘f’ for fight They’re taking me down as the prisoners riot Got shackles on, my words are tied Fear can make you compromise With the lights turned up, it’s…

Robert’s got a quick hand He looked around the room but won’t tell you his plan He’s got a rolled cigarette hanging out his mouth, he’s a cowboy kid Yeah found a six-shooter gun In his dad’s closet with a box of fun things, I don’t even know what But he’s coming for you, yeah…