Pay for the Piano - The Dismemberment Plan

People, my people

The cat in the steeple

And everyone here, I need your ear

So be cool for a few

I feel a funny emotion

A negative notion

A tear in the air, an unseen stare

If I’m wrong, then I’m wrong

What I say?

Senors and senoras

They cannot ignore us

We know that they know the score, it’s there at the core

Always been

And we could give it up all nice

Or put it on cold ice

While that could suffice I give these dreams up in hell

Ring a bell

What I say?

Somebody’s got to pay for the piano

Somebody’s got to make sure we honor everyone

I know if we can forfeit all our sorrow, it may as well be us

So, people my people

Supreme to my equal

Say not a word I know you’re tired

So am I

I could cry

You know you knew it would be hard

To play such a bad card

Lower your guard to unseen harm

'cos you’re scarred

I can see

And the people that need you

Say the couldn’t read you

You plant 'em a seed they claim they loved all the weeds

So you flee

What I say

Somebody’s got to pay for the piano

Somebody’s got to make sure we honor everyone

I know if we can forfeit all our sorrow, it may as well be us, it may as well

be now, it may as well be us

So, people my people

The cat in the steeple

And everyone here, I know your fear like a friend

I contend

Commandos, commandettes

It wasn’t a sure bet

But nothing good was and what should or could be

Does what it can

It’s a quiet and sad choice

You hear in your own voice

I know what I’d like and I can’t say any more

Je t’adore

So break it down

Somebody’s got to pay for the piano

Somebody’s got to make sure we honor everyone

I know if we can forfeit all our sorrow, it may as well be