Choice

歌詞

Missing link encrusted in diamente Polishing turds in the name of records Call a turd a tune give me Keith Moon Let the music play because if you speed It up again I might kill you It's the only way we'll get anything new today And you remember this you played it first Took it off and played something worse Will I have to kill you where'd those drums come from Grease proof paper hit by old scones and someone pays you And the sick and the tired we are so sick and tired Of familiar tunes I'll just have to kill you and I'm sick and tired Of familiar tunes will I have to kill you *man* They hate the music they play kill DJ's for fuck sake Remember when you'd hear a song you sing it all day long Every word had meaning to in one hundred years you'd Still remember every word millennium fever is truly here And give a hippy a gun he'd sample it a for a drum But me I'd have to kill you And the sick and the tired are so sick and tired Of familiar tunes now I'll have to kill you and the sick and tired Of the tunes I'll have to kill you and They hate the music they play kill DJ's for fuck sake You missing link encrusted in diamente Polishing turds in the name of records Call a turd a tune why not me Keith Moon That's why I'll kill you and Leave me alone and give me a tune for fuck sake