The Academy Is... Black Mamba (Teddybears Remix) lyrics

We've got one chance to break out
And we need it now
'Cause I'm sick and tired of waiting
Sick of this fucking apartment

Love me or leave me or rip me apart
This is the voice that I was given
And if you don't like it take a long walk off
Of the shortest pier you can find
And I'll be singing it out, I'll be singing

Oh, Mr. Magazine
I never wrote one single thing for you
Your so-called music scene
You don't mean a thing to me

Pick it up, pick it up, what you wanted
Pick it up, pick it up, you need it too
Pick it up, pick it up, what you wanted
Pick it up, pick it up

Pick it up, pick it up, what you wanted
Pick it up, pick it up, you need it too
Pick it up, pick it up, what you wanted
Pick it up, pick it up

When they review the debut

What if the critics hate you?
Don't worry 'cause they might just catch
Somebody off their feet

Well, they can love it or leave it or rip it apart
We're living what we're singing
So I guess that's a step in the right direction
Clever composition and the honesty, honesty

Oh, Mr. Magazine
I never wrote one single thing for you
Your so-called music scene
You both mean shit to me

Pick it up, pick it up, what you wanted
Pick it up, pick it up, you need it too
Pick it up, pick it up, what you wanted
Pick it up, pick it up

Pick it up, pick it up, what you wanted
Pick it up, pick it up, you need it too
Pick it up, pick it up, what you wanted
Pick it up, pick it up