Feed Your Head

Here comes the band. In the palms of their hands is the magical, musical key Without it, we sleep through the days of the week, but tonight it will keep you and me awake Bodies collide; in the soundwaves confide Defy all that keeps you afraid Away from our voids is a deafening noise Abandon your choices and claim the wave Feed your head; let's get down tonight and raise the dead Feed your head and get down After the wave comes fresh air and the pavement Who cares if the lights are all green If we die tonight we'll die laughing despite those who think that they know what it means to be awake Don't cast us as careless It's just that we care for the things that define us the most We want not for gold or the value it holds or a social status to boast Keep it away Feed your head; let's get down tonight and raise the dead Feed your head and get down