Souls Have No Drum Machine Songtext
von Peachcake

Break it down and take it down and tear me apart
I′m the one that's left after creating this art
They want to ridicule and be so cruel,
But i′ll tell you that we're configuring where we're at

But there is nothing left
A simple prejudice
A grudge held with this
I can′t make you listen to music anymore

More more and less
Sales depend on clever rehearse
On catchy melodies and vocal ease
Sure pure violation of the anihilation

There is something here
Potential that is very near
Just make more songs
Write a catalogue


Soup it up produce it up
Make it poppy as fuck
I promise to make you a superstar, rock star
You′ll be the next ravi shankar
You're gonna be bigger than the beatles, girl.

But there is nothing left
A simple prejudice
A grudge held with this i can′t make you listen to music anymore

More more sales honey we can't buy a dress
I′m waiting for something from federal express
It contains within a lyric sheet
They wrote for me about AZ and it's heat.

There is something here
Potential that is very near
Just make more songs
Write a catalogue

Soup it up produce it up
Make it poppy as fuck
I promise to make you a superstar, rock star
You′ll be the next ravi shankar
You're gonna be bigger than the beatles, girl.


There is something here
Potential that is very near
Just make more songs
Write a catalogue

Soup it up produce it up
Make it poppy as fuck
I promise to make you a superstar, rock star
You'll be the next ravi shankar
You′re gonna be bigger than the beatles, girl