Lyrics

“You’re one lifetime off!”
You laughed and you scoffed
“Why don’t you come on down
From that soapbox, kiddo?”

Still there are those who believed
That music meant more than anything
And they will sing sing sing
Almost like they have a voice

But they’ll be forgotten now due to record sales
Manifestos warehoused to make room on the shelves
For the vacuous tripe sealed in cellophane
A declining trend in significance

And we crowned a new queen
An idol held in such high esteem
And she will sing sing sing
Almost like she has a choice

But she’ll be forgotten too due her record sales
Manifestos warehoused to make room on the shelves
For the vacuous tripe sealed in cellophane
A declining trend in significance

I’ll be forgotten too due to record sales
Manifestos warehoused to make room on the shelves
For the vacuous tripe sealed in cellophane
A declining trend in significance