Ironclad from Hatesongs by dilettante

Annie I sold your namesake
You’ve fallen to a new school of thought
Everyone’s got their camera
Primed and poised for the money shot

All dressed up in your new clothes
Stand up front and don’t even dance
When I’m a person of interest maybe
You’ll give me a second glance

Well it’s not the mother’s milk that drives you mad
It’s the singing of the fashionable and bad while I
Go to sleep through the
Light and the heat

You’ve got no taste or talent
Queen of the standing room
You took all Annie’s edges left her
Nice and round for you to consume

Well you know there’s one success that’s ironclad
It’s the singing of the fashionable and bad and now
No one cares for what
Isn’t theirs

It’s so cool to care now, Your heroes will let you down
I don’t have a lot to prove, You’ll soon be the new old news
I don’t know when why or how, But words cut me deep somehow
I drink in the afternoon, And dream of that silver spoon

Well if you look close enough at your sycophant circle jerking
Desperately trying to understand the numbers
Middle of the night what do people like
They just don’t like me I think that
I could be anybody, anybody that you want
Annie in my ears and nobody is on my
Side you’re a pretty thing such a pretty thing
Drown my sorrows cough up my
Sins with the could-have-beens
Sins with the could-have-beens

• Alternative
• Indie Jazz
• art rock
• fake jazz
• Manchester