Cliches
[A]
We all know
The way songs go
We recognise
The songs the sing
At least we think
We know the songs
They have an old
familiar ring
[A]
We hear the prefab popsters sing
We hear cliches
That writers use
We wonder why
We keep tuned in
When every word
Is such old news?
[3]
And we hear them sing:
[P]
I love you,
yes it's true
I love you,
I swear it's true
I beg you please,
Down on my knees
[A]
Does this sound
Familiar?
[A]
A song is not
An easy thing
Creating them
Is really tough
But better yet
To just shut up
Then coughing up
This fluffy stuff
[3]
Listen to them:
[P]
I'm in a daze,
Trapped in your maze,
So change your ways,
'Cause I love you
Can't take this pain
Driving me insane
[A]
These lines are all
Recycled!
[A]
Those pretty kids
In shiny suits
They have their place
In magazines
But we crack up
When the yack up
About their thoughts
Of artistry
[3]
Listen to their art:
[P]
I see your lies
In your eyes
And in the skies
[A]
So boring
[P]
If you leave,
I might die,
So tell me why
[A]
I'm listening?
[A]
Don't get me wrong
I like those songs
I use those lines
Most every day
I like those kids
I want those suits
I want the bucks
That they rake in
[3]
Hear the cash machine:
[P]
Every day
In every way
I have to say
[A]
The same thing
[P]
Please don't say no
And please don't go
Leave me so low
Again
[A]
Those little rhymes
That fit four-time
Are absolutely
perfect
We'll hear them 'til
The end of time
Oh damn
I think I used one