King Caesar - Head Automatica

You want a medal

For the things you’ve done

Well prizes don’t come around

As easy as you want them now

You want a mountain with your face engraved

So everybody in the world can see the face of nothing changed

Hip hip hooray, you’re our saving grace

Here’s to you and your poker face

Hip hip hooray, you’re our saving grace

Here’s to you

You want a monument erected in your name

And odds are we will tear it down

When you leave as quickly as you came

You want a place in the history books

But no one has changed history

With double talk and dirty looks

Hip hip hooray, you’re our saving grace

Here’s to you and your poker face

Hip hip hooray, you’re our saving grace

Here’s to you

You heighten yourself to lower the blame

And you martyr yourself to heighten the fame

And you lower yourself to draw the compassion

Here’s to you

You want a medal for the things you’ve done

But if you ever really did a damn thing

We would’ve gave you one

You want a mountain with your face engraved

So everyone will know the face when approached by to run away

Hip hip hooray, you’re our saving grace

Here’s to you and your poker face

Hip hip hooray, you’re our saving grace

Here’s to you

Hip hip hooray, you’re our saving grace

Here’s to you and your poker face

Hip hip hooray, you’re our saving grace

Here’s to you