Lyrics

Old records outsell new ones
I wear a vinyl sleeve
And the world’s vehicle seems
To be a popular disease
Well I ain’t hurting another person’s dream
And structure is outdated
Liberation seems obscene

Well if I be pioneer
The first to feel the pain
I dit it only for your name
Would you live in my love
And embrace in my trust
That freedom returns to be seen

Record, record, record, record
Record, record, record, record
Revelations and revolutions