Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Records, artist - Paul Conrad. Date of issue: 05.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Records |
| You used to run some, now they make hits |
| 'Cause songs have no rights and a pile of shit |
| You’re not an artist, you’re just like a 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 you that I’m so worthless |
| If I’m worthless but I work hard |
| Does it mean I’m hardless or just as hard |
| Some of you true, you signed your on |
| Suicide’s an option and write another song |
| And we can sing along, we can sing along |
| We can sing along |
| When you’re dead and gone |
| So take the records off the wall |
| Take 'em down and burn them all |
| You don’t even have the time |
| They don’t listen anymore |
| So take the records off the wall |
| Take 'em down and burn them all |
| You don’t even have the time |
| They don’t listen anymore |
| Go on then, read my obituary |
| But be wary of the bitch, yeah she’s ordinary |
| She’s just a pop star, want a pop quiz |
| Now she’s popping all the pills |
| That she can find in showbiz |
| What’s facelift, when you’re so faceless |
| You just have to lick this money |
| Looking ugly, trying faces |
| Don’t bother to show me your expertize |
| 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 realize your weakness, pray on yourself |
| Put your headphones on, you better phone ahead |
| Send me a warning, tell me music’s fucking dead |
| So take the records off the wall |
| Take 'em down and burn them all |
| You don’t even have the time |
| They don’t listen anymore |
| So take the records off the wall |
| Take 'em down and burn them all |
| You don’t even have the time |
| They don’t listen anymore |
| Tell me the truth inside your eyes |
| We’ll sing a song when you’re dead and gone |
| We could sing along, we could sing along |
| Now that you’re gone |
| We could sing along, we could sing along |
| Now that you’re gone |
| So take the records off the wall |
| Take 'em down and burn them all |
| You don’t even have the time |
| They don’t listen anymore |
| So take the records off the wall |
| Take 'em down and burn them all |
| You don’t even have the time |
| They don’t listen anymore |