Fuck the Poets, Suit Up and Dance

F*ck November and its rain Ain't no romance in the pain Baby, fate or circumstance F*ck the poets, suit up and dance F*ck the sunset dying light Hearts and memories burning bright Silence falling on this land F*ck the poets, suit up and dance Find your spot on top of the hill Empty nights and music to fill Turn it up and raise your hands F*ck the words now shut up and dance F*ck the place where flowers went Hope they will be back at last Now's the time for this new band F*ck the poets, suit up and dance Find your spot on top of the hill Empty nights and music to fill Turn it up and clap your hands F*ck the words now shut up and dance Shut up and dance Suit up and dance