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

sniffin’  riffin, and siftin’  through

 

Rejecting the pressed, injected molded,

This clicks and hisses turn them cold,

'Cos the only one they want is old.

No-one listens to the music.

 

 

Stop and breath,

it's a first pressing with a gatefold sleeve...

 

 

But 180g don’t make it sound

As good as the walk or the bus through town

Buy it, bag it, turn around

Home to listen to the music.

Go home and listen to the music

 

They're 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.