Clap Your Hands-Eat Sugar

Clap Your Hands (Thavius Beck Burning Coals Remix) - Eat Sugar You put the sick in sycophant You let the crowd decide your stance You put the sick in sycophant You wouldn't clap your hands For fear of reprimand Collected in a pool of fragments You're part of a scene A scene that's stagnant Rejected from the other fragments Your little scene is stagnant You wouldn't clap your hands For fear of reprimand You wouldn't learn that brand-new dance You wouldn't take a chance They're forming a line They're just wasting time And if you're selling Then I'm buying If you're selling You're digging a hole And the marker reads "Rock n' Roll" Watch it rot Would-be damaged reprobates Ad hoc rumpled fashion plates Just let the 'net decide your fate Becoming what you hate You wouldn't clap your hands For fear of reprimand The gig of the week It never fails They follow like sheep You play the blues I got the blues You're digging a hole And the grave reads "Rock n' Roll" Ashes to ashes You don't know what to do at the end Just do what you feel