Rock Solid Lyrics & Chords By Dance Gavin Dance

The first thing I say in the morning is "fuck that shit!"
People are offended and tired, so fuck that shit.
I walk myself to my church service and ask for this:
Balance my brain chemicals, so I can give a shit.
Shit!

Stay back, and don't make advances,
I'll keep my side of the trade.
(Here is a blatant remark)
And I thought forbidden contacts were in order.
(I'll never get arrested.)
This is all for the opposition, for the opposition.

Make it right,
Put your soul on ice,
Give a chance to make this better.
Make it right,
Put your soul on ice,
Let's wait to pull that lever.
Make this right,
Put your soul on ice,
I need to make this better.
Make this right,
Put your soul on ice,
But I still make this wrong.

I get hyphy on such a decadent mixture.
Man, we're back again.
But I'm only here for just one more show.
Feel the back of my hand.
Feeling alone on such a decadent mixture.
Wanna hit ya, get your picture, and just take you home.
Record banter,
We make post parole.

And then I took the keys right out of the ignition and I ran.
Broke out, down, running down the street.
Looking for where the hell, where the hell can I hide?
People, people trying to ask me questions, man.
I don't know the fucking answers!
Uh, I just got this rock.
I just got this rock,
Rock solid!

Raise your hand if the system has missed you, man.
Your money ain't going as far as it use to.
Raise your hand if the system has missed you, man.
Raise your hand.
Raise your fucking hand.

"Oh, hey Jon! How's it going man?"
"Oh, I'm alright wh-whatever."
"Did you hear about that party?"
"No, no, no, where's that?"
"Dude. I...Is it 26 and P or what?"
"Dude, it's L"
"What?"
"Yeah."
"Dude, I've been driving around for like, fuckin' half an hour."
"I thought you were picking me up right now."
"Well, I was going to, but I had to stop at the store, and get some fucking shit."
"You had to stop at the store?"
"Well, what are we going to fucking drink?"
"Do you still have the money that I gave you earlier?"
"Well, not really, because I fucking had to buy beer."
"That's fucked up man, every time I pick you up, and I spend my money on you..."
"You know what. Whatever, alright. Whatever. I don't give a shit."
"Yeah, well, I'm still going. Are you going to come?"
"I'll pick you up still, but, I mean, the party is going to be over by the time I get over there."
"Whatever. You know, it doesn't really matter right now because you are rock solid."
"Rock solid?"
"Rock solid."
"We're both rock solid."
"That's right."

Raise your hand if the system has missed you,
Your money ain't going as far as it used to.
Raise your hand if the system has missed you,
Your money ain't going as far as it used to.
Raise your hand if the system has missed you,
Your money ain't going as far as it used to.
Raise your hand if the system has missed you,
Your money ain't going as far as it used to.

And you, persist.
Oh, well.
I'll just have to live with it.