We Make Hits

(Watch me now) I let my friend live upstairs in the spare room for a minute He needed space and he paid Never relayed to our letting agent that we did it (That's illegal) I sublet, yeah I admit it, document on tape The greatest crime this nation's saving grace devised And then committed I just wanna make a point that the culture would've died And post-punk's latest poster boys wouldn't have got to ride On the coattails of thе dead, and claim that their derision Is a vеhicle for their vision of subverting it instead Now subliminal exposure is exploding in your head 'Cause you know that we were goading ya Yeah, one night up in the attic, listening to Grammatics Drinking cans and shooting the shit We reeled off all of our hopes and dreams and made a list And there was one singular ambition we had That most musicians of our ilk aren't willing to admit And it was to this mantra we would commit We make hits Two broke millennial men And we'd do it again Every night on the back of the bus You know it ain't no fuss We're on the same wage And we ain't afraid to get paid on stage Fan fiction caught in the act is a fact If you get your back backed up at that You won't be missed (watch me now) Now we make hits (but not hits like Nile Rodgers) (Just that we ain't hook dodgers) We make hits, we make hits Right, so when we were done kissing We finally formed this band And we signed to a subsidiary of Universal, Inc. 'Cause the water keeps on rising And we know there's no surprising Anyone with eyes and ears 'round here That we're all gonna sink And we just wanna have some fun before we're sunk And if that's the attitude you exude, then you know you're really- We make hits Two broke millennial men And we'd do it again Every night on the back of the bus You know it ain't no fuss We're on the same wage And we ain't afraid to get paid on stage Fan fiction caught in the act is a fact If you get your back backed up at that You won't be missed (watch me now) Now we make hits (but not hits like Nile Rodgers) (Just that we ain't hook dodgers) We make hits, we make hits I'm still an anti-C-A-P-I-T-A-L-I-S-T It just so happens that there's other things I happen to be So I'm gonna keep flinging shit until enough of it sticks Break down the walls And if it's not a hit, we were being ironic Yeah