Shael Riley - Music Ruined Video Games lyrics

Jack Thompson, Jack Thompson, what do you do When your constituency starts to criticize you? You better give up hot coffee Start drinking hot tea 'Cause playing Bubble Bobble Made a murder out of me I dropped out of college; I dropped out of church Interacial gay married And sent war funding to Pirth So let your feet Drop In your mighty golashes And when we stop by the deli We gonna pick up some noshes Turn it down, down I love all your records Work it out, out Music ruined video games Sequencers seeking financial backers Arrangers, midi rippers and trackers Must read music; can't know just tabs Drum loops good enough for the pros can't be bad Unless they're in a remix They'll get quick nixed Good for the club scene but not for VGMix Breakin' out was the name of the game For me oops, oops, oops, and oops Have you ever been leaving, to go to bed, when your AIM opens up like "bleep"? And your buddy says "Hey! You gotta hear my WIP!" But you're like "Man, I was gonna sleep!" So you wake up and send isn't finished yet And you think it's gonna take all day And that is when it occurs to you: Your man's on a 56k Turn it down, down I love all your records Work it out, out Music ruined video games Turn it down, down (I can't stand the volume) Work it out, out Music ruined video games