Death By Disco

By Zebrahead

On Phoenix

Released on July 9, 2008

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(We got lit), just a bit, right outside the show

The tease stripped, then your manners flew right out the door

(It's like this), who you keep texting on the phone?

(It's like that), I'm not the only one with whoops to owe

(It's automatic), don't you point your finger at me

(You're so tragic), you should be a Kennedy

(It's automatic), pulling me like gravity

You're putting me down, pulling me down, six feet

Hate me, hate me, tell me what's wrong with me

And break me, break me

Go on and shatter me

'Cause lately, you've run me into the ground

And you can hate me, hate me

Call it a victory

But you'll see lately, not going easily

'Cause I'm not fallin' down and you won't

Get the best of me now

(A fat lip), fingerflip, and an insult to go

The record skips, you got issues like a girl in porn

(It's like this), you act crazy from door to floor

(It's like that), I can't take all of the blame no more

(It's automatic), don't you point your finger at me

(You're so tragic), you should be a Kennedy

(It's automatic), pulling me like gravity

You're putting me down, pulling me down, six feet

Hate me, hate me, tell me what's wrong with me

And break me, break me

Go on and shatter me

'Cause lately, you've run me into the ground

And you can hate me, hate me

Call it a victory

But you'll see lately, not going easily

'Cause I'm not fallin' down and you won't

Get the best of me now

I didn't want to get into another battle (hey, hey)

I didn't want to make the closet bones rattle (hey, hey)

I didn't want to get into another battle (hey, hey)

It's automatic how you throw it all away

So hate me now

You can't break me down

So just hate me now

You can't break me down

And you can hate me, hate me, tell me what's wrong with me

And break me, break me

Go on and shatter me

'Cause lately, you've run me into the ground

And you can hate me, hate me

Call it a victory

But you'll see lately, not going easily

'Cause I'm not falling down and you won't

Get the best of me now

It's automatic (hey, hey)

You're so tragic (hey, hey)

It's automatic