The Jiggler - Lyrics - Dance Gavin Dance

The band is well known for their relatively frequent lineup changes, which, most notably, involves a fluctuating lineup of regular vocalists and screaming vocalists, both on tour and on record. Dance Gavin Dance incorporates many different musical genres into their palette, such as screamo, funk, and soul on top of its post-hardcore sound. Ex-vocalist Jonny Craig also received high marks for contributing to the band's unorthodox soul sound and guitarist Will Swan has been recognized for his intricate, fast-moving guitar licks and riffs.

I'm sick of twisting the knobs, your little baby's a slob I wanna love you but this house ain't built for two I think I panic a lot, not really sure what I've got I wanna love you but this house ain't built for two I'm sick of twisting the knobs (So where's my sweet love) I think I've hidden from myself, but there's too many layers I turn my head and cough Like I'm calling the cops Is there something more to you than just bible study? Turn your camera on You don't wanna miss this The way lighting shifts As it reflects off the water Below this sinking ship I feel your fingertips.. slipping away Can't shake the feeling now How far we've fallen down Like our best days are behind us You're the revisionist And I'm the narcissist.. drifting away To my sunstroke ghost dance gold corona Did I crack that lens, put my weight upon ya Does the manifest dictate to love and honor Can the creed uphold, can we repeat our mantra Trust my luck and show my feelings Cross my fingers, cards are dealing Busting out my skull shaped ceiling Hold my *** body back I'm still raging from the sanction you placed upon the impoverished nations Delusions of grandeur, have some patience Hold my *** body back I can't predict the future And I can't forget the past Can't focus any longer Desperate to make this last Keep us from going under Won't waste all that we have You called it in November And it burned up in a flash Burned up in a flash Feel the hangover in my mind But this one's a different kind Losing touch of the concept of time My senses are frozen Losing touch with my concept of time My senses are frozen I'm sick of twisting the knobs, your little baby's a slob I wanna love you but this house ain't built for two I think I panic a lot, not really sure what I've got I wanna love you but this house ain't built for two I'm sick of twisting the knobs (So where's my sweet love) I think I've hidden from myself, but there's too many layers I turn my head and cough Like I'm calling the cops Is there something more to you than just bible study?