Backstage note on a paper plate “Keep them polite, keep them straight” We read it once, then laughed too loud And fed the rumor to the crowd They warned the club, they warned the van “Never bring snacks near the band” We signed the wall in lipstick red Then tuned the amps and grinned instead Rules get printed Teeth get shown Feed the noise It finds a bone Do not feed the band They bite the hand Starve the pretty brand They understand Give them a stage, a mic, a van They’ll turn the rules to sand Do not feed Do not plead Plug us in We overfeed Lexi chews through every chain Thandie drums like breaking rain Zahra holds the bassline low Ji-Yeon makes the circuits glow Éléonore lights up the keys Like chapel dust and factory grease Five good girls with bad intent A feast disguised as management Lock the fridge Hide the sign We smell trouble Through the line Do not feed the band They bite the hand Starve the pretty brand They understand Give them a stage, a mic, a van They’ll turn the rules to sand We are not pets for clean promotion We are not safe for quiet rooms We are the bite beneath the slogan We are the bass behind the doom You wanted cute, you got combustion You wanted tame, you got teeth You fed the act one little warning Now hear us chewing underneath Kick drum Jaw spark Bass growl Stage dark Guitar Keys FX Feed Do not feed the band They bite the hand Starve the pretty brand They understand Give them a stage, a mic, a van They’ll turn the rules to sand Too late. You fed us attention.
