Minimum R&B - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Tristan O'Malley]

Here are some words

I put them together

And now I think they are a song

When I wrote them

I hoped that you might listen

Now I see that I was wrong

Cause you can't see me

Even though I'm standing here right in front of you

Here's a video, a camera in a field

Where a band might seem quite out of place

They are playing

Their guitars are not plugged in

And not a single smiling face

And you can't see me

Even though I'm standing here right in front of you

Now you're dancing, now you're shaking

Now you're moving, but do you ever stop

To think of who's involved?

Who gets paid, who takes all the money?

And who steals and robs?

Who steals and robs?

Who steals?!

There's no union to protect

And to guide you when you're amp blows

And your strings all break

All the vultures defect and gut you

As your ideals become your mistakes

And you can't see me

Even though I'm standing here right in front of you

In front of you