So to the best, to the best
Of our knowledge we
Fight for technology
So back when our parents were in college we
Weren't even born and neither were CD's
So when our folks listened to the record
They gather 'round and spun them on the turntables
But these days the records are all worthless
'cause the DJ's spin them on purpose
So let's put this in a perspective
In day in which we live in
It's all the same with the kids no one knows what vinyl is
These days they burn the MP3's
Onto their stacks of blank CD's
And the records still stay in this world
It's the same with all the kids 'cause no one knows what vinyl is
These day the kids are so ignorant
They have no clue what to do with the seven inch
They say it won't play it's my CD players fault
I'll kick it to the park and play some frisbee golf
I try to burn it like the all the CD's
But what the heck is all this melted plastic
--"the vinyl countdown" by relient k
(i'm working on an acoustic cover. watch youtube for video soon)
