Cursive Is Code - It Could Be the Drugs

It started in the clubs but grew profane in the alleys
It spun into a movement but went bad in the streets
It began about turf but grew in territory
It started of social but soon turned predatory
It started as a scene but grew into scenery
It started with the teens in the teen center shows
Then grew into a grift when the teens got old
And into a scam when the bookers got bold

If you can't join them, give them a beat
If you can't floor them, hide the seats
If you can't make them think, make them drink
When in doubt, cue the tambourine

Your ingénue past is just broken glass
Of a mirror you refuse to acknowledge
It seemed so beautiful as a kid
Now it's a problem to manage
It started as a dream but you missed the word pipe
Maybe the only pipe you ever missed
And you're on the stroll and no bodies buying
Multiply fucked but never been kissed

If they complain make them the singer
If they hesitate, give them the finger
Leave it on the dance floor? yeah,. maybe
Wanna pack a room? hire a dj

It could be the drugs...it could be the dancing
It could be the drugs it could be the dancing

Play the big city on a Wednesday morning
Bring your friends...and their friends too
Wave the flag, its Independence Day
For the 400 bands that will start tomorrow
And the 400 bands that broke up today

Written by:
Jason Krug

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