Twenty One Pilots Uma Kompton

Once
There was a boy
He didn't have much
Just a guitar and a tender touch

Then there were two
They made a band
They were just boys
Close your eyes and take my hand

They gave me something I could believe in
Always be your little heathens
They gave me something I could hold on to
The clique is something I belong to

They rock and roll
Playing in a band
You're a shooting star
And everybody knows just who you are

I know you've had a lot of parties
But you're famous now
When the lights come up you'll show me how

They are
Twenty One Pilots
Twenty One Pilots
Twenty One Pilots, you and me