Text: Bedtime For Charlie. It Ain't About The Music. Idlebill.

Congratulations you've finally won.
Living the life of a champion.
A modern Priestley the self made son.
Final creation of flesh and blood.

When your friends are gone who will sing along?
Terrible mistakes are the trends you make.
But you're dressed to kill you're an idlebill.

Hold on to something than let it go.
Just shake your shoulders. How could you know?
Un-repetition is what you praise.
Colored and coated built to amaze.

Penalty was lost at a minor cost.
So much more to chose. Cover up your bruise.
When you're dressed to kill you're an idlebill.

Follow your god
I'll be here laughing at you all.
Roll for the bone
But I'm just waiting for a friend to come back home.

Leave a fucking trace. I can't stand your face.
Overstimulate while we sit and wait.
When you're dressed to kill you're an idlebill