If they’re not sniffin’ they’re riffin, they’re siftin’  through

sniffin’  riffin, and siftin’  through

 

Collecting the pressed, injected molded

'Cos the only one they want is old.

The clicks and hisses turn them cold,

No-one listens to the music.

 

But 180g don’t make it sound

As good as the 252 to town

Buy it, bag it, turn around

Home to listen to the music.

Go home and listen to the music

 

Stuck on stackin’

There’s something lacking,

No-ones listens to the music

No-ones listening to the music.

 

No ones playin’, all I’m saying is

No-ones listening to the music

 

Impressed by pressings, I’m just guessing

No ones listens to the music

 

No one listens it takes the piss

‘nd no-one listens to the music

 

So keep on buying,

Live the lie until you listen to the music.

Go home and listen to the music