Hate Dept. - Subordinates lyrics

I'll tell you what I want to hear, dressed up in your souvenir You can hold it to your heart, but it's still mine And if I warn you with a punch, it only ever happens once First a little hurt, then a crooked spine The clouds in the sky and a dream come true And cotton candy in pink and blue Babies and angels and holding hands Because I'm selling somebody the “f** you” plan “f** you” plan I'll kick you a crumb and a broken chair until you chant that life be fair Then shower pittance down from my privy tree And when you concede to that I am the one, don't do it for fame or do it for fun I do it because you follow, so follow me The stars in the heavens and garden of truth A country fair and a kiss from you It's all for the children and your favorite band And telling everybody here my “f** you” plan “f** you” plan “f** you” plan This is a future historic site of where you lose a crucial fight That will satisfy my reason to cut your tongue The torches are lit when the sun goes down - I will rule this broken town The subordinates know the song, but they ain't gonna sing Sing The clouds in the sky and a dream come true And cotton candy in pink and blue Babies and angels and holding hands Because I'm selling somebody the “f** you” plan “f** you” plan It's a “f** you” plan…