LISTENING TO MARMALADE
All those records
They’ve all been played
All those old rock demons
They’ve all been slayed
You put on a CD
Begrudge the price you paid
You turn off the old TV and you’re listening to marmalade
Pictures of rock stars stuck on the wall
Girls with no clothes on in magazines on the floor
You put on a PC
The future is displayed
There’s little kids with no knickers on and they’re all getting laid
Listening to marmalade
And through the shit we’ll wade
You sell second hand records
At record fairs
Said it’s better than working not into stocks or shades
You travel in shadows
Never made the grade
Still wearing clothes from the good old days but your flares are frayed
Listening to marmalade
And you’ve been slayed
Listening to marmalade
Go-Kart Mozart
