Wait Protomartyr

[Verse 1]
See a pair of fellas
Rolling down a hill
Punching the life out of each other
Glamour waves the air

[Chorus]
Wait
Wait
Wait

[Verse 2]
Ironic t-shirts wet with blood
An argument over aesthetics
That would be my guess

[Chorus]
Wait
Wait
Wait

[Verse 3]
Friend for all occasions
Muscle, don't you move
Jump up disgusted and quell me
Keep me above this filth
Fifty thousand eyesores
Dotting across the land