Record Boy(rekodoboi) The Josephs

Ok , fair and square ,
You couldnt really let it go that you got a measly start ,
And you didnt want to know how youd end up
If you didnt hit the ground so hard
All your records , boy , thats alright
If only they were just a little vintage vinyl
But clean up boy ; lifes no toy

You were seventeen
When you crashed ashore in a shipwreck
And you couldnt really climb out the bottle

Cause you only learned to neck it , didnt yah ?
Your records , boy , thats alright
If only they were just a little vintage vinyl
But clean up boy ; lifes no toy
Clean up boy ; lifes no toy

Arent you precious in your nirvana tee
Arent you precious but your words dont keep
All your promises you couldnt keep
All your promises

You were speeding long the river in a hot - wired truck
Runnin on the last of the poor mans luck
Tearin through the night of your own demise
But the copper was a - comin , the copper was a - comin

The woman she was lost in a suburb dream
Thinkin bout the times that youd gone clean
While youre slippin through the cracks of your own demise
The copper was a - comin , the copper was a - comin

Record boy , run for it
Youre a record boy , so run for it .

Ok, fair and square,
You couldn't really let it go that you got a measly start,
And you didn't want to know how you'd end up
If you didn't hit the ground so hard
All your records, boy, that's alright
If only they were just a little vintage vinyl
But clean up boy; life's no toy

You were seventeen
When you crashed ashore in a shipwreck
And you couldn't really climb out the bottle

'Cause you only learned to neck it, didn't yah？
Your records, boy, that's alright
If only they were just a little vintage vinyl
But clean up boy; life's no toy
Clean up boy; life's no toy

Aren't you precious in your nirvana tee
Aren't you precious but your words don't keep
All your promises you couldn't keep
All your promises

You were speeding 'long the river in a hot-wired truck
Runnin' on the last of the poor man's luck
Tearin' through the night of your own demise
But the copper was a-comin', the copper was a-comin'

The woman she was lost in a suburb dream
Thinkin' 'bout the times that you'd gone clean
While you're slippin' through the cracks of your own demise
The copper was a-comin', the copper was a-comin'

Record boy, run for it
You're a record boy, so run for it.