Paul Conrad
Paul Conrad - Records lyrics
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Verse 1: They used to write songs, Now they make hits Coz songs have no rights In a pile of shit You're not an artist You just like to dance, But dancing is to art What rape is to romance You can't teach an old dog new tricks But the trick is telling new dogs they're worthless If I'm worthless but I work hard Does that mean I'm heartless or just less hard Tell me the truth Whose side you're on If suicides an option, Then write another song And we can sing along, We can sing along We can sing along When you're dead and gone Chorus: Take the records off the wall Take them down and burn them all You don't even have the time And they don't listen anymore So take the records off the wall Take them down and burn them all You don't even have the time And they don't listen anymore Verse 2: Go on then Read my obituary But be wary of a bitch If she's ordinary She's just a popstar That won a popquiz Now she's popping all the pills That she can find in showbiz What's a facelift When you're so faceless? You'll just have to lift Less money, looking ugly Try and face it Don't bother to show me your expertise I know I'm no expert but you're just a tease You think you're a god Just don't pray to yourself You'll realise your weakness Prey on yourself Put your headphones on You better phone ahead Send me a warning Tell me music's fucking dead Chorus: Take the records off the wall Take them down and burn them all You don't even have the time And they don't listen anymore So take the records off the wall Take them down and burn them all You don't even have the time And they don't listen anymore Bridge: Tell me the truth whose side you're on We'll sing your songs when you're dead and gone We can sing along We can sing along We can sing along When you're dead and gone We can sing along We can sing along We can sing along When you're dead and gone Chorus: Take the records off the wall Take them down and burn them all You don't even have the time And they don't listen anymore So take the records off the wall Take them down and burn them all You don't even have the time And they don't listen anymore