Roy G. Biv

I said today I wrote a song About looking to belong In an altogether isolating age I use words like skin and bone And microchips and silicone And got a little meta singing about singing in a cage I recorded impromptu Then I snail mailed it old school To the business types at the labels of magazines And by the bloggers grace And by limewire and myspace We're gonna sell it off to the hipsters and preteens All of this is just a punchline Oh, and the bullies getting bullied in the lunchline The way's what you give Just like spitting in the wind So come on, give a little love this time We go to bars at night And we insist they dim the lights And then we try to see each other in the dark "We're all so different", so we claim But the parts that are the same They mean a lot than all the differences by far All of this is just a punchline Oh, and bullies are getting all bullied in the lunchline It's the tonic in your gin Bitter is bitter's only friend So come on, give a little love this time Come on tell the preacher That we do not fear the reaper And it started out with a cowbell and a dream But we've come here to play nice Armed with hormones and old-spice Because the future's so much brighter Than it all too often seems All of this is just a punchline Oh, and the bullies are getting all bullied in the lunchline It the way that you give The light of day's just ROYGBIV So come on, give a little love this time Drop and give a little love this time Oh give a little love, alright Alright Okay Everybody