Our Song

We sought the grandeur of an orchestra
 We dreamt of thunder-echoing applause
 A wanton disregard
 Misjudgment of how far
 We sold out along the way
 We played the martyr upon artistry
 Demanded tribute from the peasantry
 Melodic amputee
 An ignorant decree
 Yeah, we sold out along the way
 On the way
 It's our song
 Tuesday, so long
 It's our song
 Tuesday, so long
 We laid the groundwork for sincerity
 With desperate pleas of credibility
 A shameless lack of self
 Abandoned on the shelf
 Yeah, we sold out along the way
 On the way
 It's our song
 Tuesday, so long
 It's our song
 Tuesday, so long
 I don't wanna struggle my whole life
 I don't wanna roll the dice
 I don't wanna pay the price
 I don't wanna go unrecognized
 Or cut down to size
 I don't wanna be denied
 Implied consent from a higher power
 Handed down from upon the tower
 An operatic climb
 A total waste of time
 Yeah, we sold out along the way
 On the way
 It's our song
 Tuesday, so long
 It's our song
 Tuesday, so long