Sweatshop Union - Broken Record lyrics

rate me

[Chorus]

I've been singing this song for too long

Just wishin' we we all would move on

Sick and tired of doing what you want

You've gone and turned this all into shhh...

It seems a little watered down

Everybody wanna be a rap artist now

Tryin' to get the platinum, regardless how

Hard you played yourself to get fame

Ain't it a damn shame, music today?

Fad's the same, still you ain't got shit to say

Expect the kids to pay this expensive fee

When they can get an MP3 from a friends CD

Especially when there's less then three tracks ya like

If it was worth spendin' money then we actually might

So much crap on the mic, labels ain't actin' right

Making cash from the hype like The Passion of the Christ

Just imagine the lights, camera, action, the life

The cars, the cash, the stars flashin' their ice

Cock tease R$B pop queens gassin' you up

Fashion thugs passin' you drugs in the back of the club

You want a part of it, but is that all an artist is?

A blank mind with a spine made of cartilage?

Hard as it may seem, it pays to stay dreamin'

Away form the mainstream, just prayin' you'll break even

[Chorus]

Pop Music [scratches] [x4]

Well, ain't I just a star?

Seated on this bus

You might recognize me, but keep it on the hush

You might wanna ask me what I'm doing takin' transit

Or working at this place

makin' your bacon sandwiches

Kids be acting kinda funny 'cause they see me

In a couple little shitty rap videos on TV

Yeah I got a name, with maybe $2 to it

Just try and cop a chain making blue collar music

Truth is ain't much has changes

Still seems that Kraft Dinner sucks the same

Tryin' to come up in the game

With a buck and change

So touch luck for the other guy and what's his name

Aim high and shoot far below my goals

What I expect I'm owed or ever get from shows

The math never adds up I ain't collecting dough

So on and on like a Broken Record it goes...

[Chorus x2]