Lyrics for Track 2 (Real Records)

A pop star parade
Passed through today
And in this crowd it is a sin
If you do not try your best to fit right in so
Throw on thick rims
Look really grim
Learn the hymns and shake your limbs
As if you just had a stroke and all you do is mope now that the
Old days are over
Move over rover
'cause there's a new kid on the block today
And he's making his friends by taking yours away
That American spirit you toke
Just went up in smoke
Now what kind of bloke are you?
Since you pawned off your identity to buy those new hip shoes
"Semen stains the" "heavy metal drummers"
"Rapture rapes the muses" and it murdered Joe Strummer
Musicians lost the wheel, they're busy driving Hummers
Pushing the biggest hits to buy the summer
You noticed this if you believe in evolution
You know that change is good so "you want a revolution"
Don't sequester yourself in an institution
If you want rid of this musical pollution
Thinking for yourself
Is good for you health
Don't buy ideas off the shelf
Of the wealthiest tycoons who operate in stealth
Don't let them goad us
Download and mold us
Share the wealth and spread the nectar
Of the awesome truth detectors who are making real records.
La la la lalalalalalala
La la la lalalalalalala
La la la lalalalalalala
La la la lalalalalalala...