The Sellout

You'd have me occupied
Twice as long as an ep
But you always kept
Your rpm at thirty three

And one day you said to me
You were moving to the city

You swapped your xylophone
For a fancy suit and tie
And said that you'd outgrown
My pick n mix

You became a total banker
But your ghost stayed with me

And oh
And oh I've been trying
To escape from these rusty rooms and run
But the retro won't let go
It's no surprise
When your mind's a museum

Where I found a gramophone
With a seventy-eight disk
Fit with some changes of my own
I could make it well equipped

With a hose of harmful tricks
And so I took it home

Now it has a stylus
With a venom-painted tip
But will it minister
A deadly poison prick?

You'll accept it as a gift
And justice will be done

Put an end to this endless retrospection
With a plan the devil would condone
But do you realise just how hard it is
To giftwrap a gramophone?

And I know that you accept it
No you can't resist
Cause retro has a way of staying in your system long
After you've moved on

And then you'll fall asleep
For a hundred years or more
And your penthouse suite
Will grow a thicket thick with rose and thorns

And when you wake far in the future
I'll be long gone