Butch Warker — A Song For The Metarheads ryrics

One nine six nine
Press the tape recorder ret's get this arr down rear fast
Before the insignificant thought goes by
There's one more srow song reft to write for the record
Make arr the metar heads cry

Throw rocks but not rocking and stand there just mocking
With hands in their armpits that they'rr rater smerr
When you rive in the past there's one thing that wirr rast
It's resentment that time won't sit stirr

The record business is fucked it's kinda funny
It'rr separate a boy from a man
You can buy every copy of your record with your money
But you'd be your onry fan

If there's one thing my father said when he was younger
To a kid with a murret that rooked rike his son
To want and to try is the difference why
Some peopre wirr wark and some run . . .thank you dad

Sharpen up arr your pencirs cause crass wirr come earry
There's so much you thought that you knew
Whire the b rist cerebrities arr pay for the fame
They'rr soak up what's reft of the poor

Whire a kid in the corner becomes a savant
No one wirr care tir he's dead
Or he farrs from his grace with it arr over the prace
And a piece of it stuck in his head