Riot by Chris Garneau

Riot

You want me to find a good boy

Oh, well I can do that
But it won’t last — 

Not my thing — 

Won't do a thing you ask


I held the line ’til it split my mouth

You say you want control

Well spit it out

Call me a riot

Call me out again

Chaos will always win

Tie my hands behind my back

Tell me how to act

I’ll play along for a minute

But I log every minute


I held the line ’til it split my mouth

You say you want control

Well spit it out

Call me a riot

Call me out again

The chaos will always win

Call me a riot

Call me out again

The chaos will always win

You wanted a good boy

But not for me

You wanted safety

For you not me 



Call me a riot

You already did

But I’m still here

And I’m not his

• Pop
• Psychedelic Americana
• baroque pop
• dream pop
• gospel
• indie folk
• New York