Beethovens Funeral by Stop It!! Lyrics

Broken records pile up, broken records pile up
Broken records pile up, thousands of people line up
Broken records pile up, broken records pile up
Broken records pile up, thousands of people line up

Unspoken records broken, unspoken records broken
Unspoken records broken, not true tokens taken
Unspoken records broken, unspoken records broken
Unspoken records broken, not true tokens taken

May I please go deaf? The sight is bad enough
The vibration's numb, the mute be not dumb
Two will form a crowed, thousands are allowed

We all need treatment for these bleeding ears
Raise your right arm for an excuse. Wiggle fingers. Raise your left for complaints as a critic or nay-sayer. If this is good, don't forget your toothbrush, don't forget to write. Close the sliding door. I'll think of you as I wait on the ocean floor