Lyrics

[Verse 1] I pride my record collection It's the only thing I like to do But, my dad insists they're evil things With satanic messages in their grooves He says he knows this for a fact Cause the good lord told him so And he doesn't want the voice of Satan Raging through his humble home [Chorus] Those records are the devil's music And no son of mine's gonna listen to them Sorry son, but you have no choice I can't have you hearing that devil's voice [Verse 2] I told him to "shut up" and he punched my face Threw my records in the fireplace He then grabbed a sledgehammer from out back And sabotaged my record rack He crushed all my imports and rarities He didn't even save the picture sleeves! Afterwards I felt so weak With each broken record died a part of me [Chorus] Those records are the devil's music And no son of mine's gonna listen to them Sorry son, but you have no choice I can't have you hearing that devil's voice Sorry son, but you have no choice [Outro] I said you have no choice I said you have no choice Do you have a choice?