Please Stop the Music

You've murdered my vibe
Writhing on the floor
You son of a bitch, I was using it
You've left its head on my door

I'll wait in the car
My songs are all sung
I know there's no accounting for taste, but
There's only so much you can do without a tongue

My headphones are fried
It sounds like something's died
I'm nauseous, I'm sick
Please stop the music

Over the PA
I can't hear you say
Much over the drum 'n' bass
No, I won't go back to your place

My headphones are fried
It sounds like something's died
I'm nauseous, I'm sick
Please stop the music

Your 'waves' and your 'cores'
What bullshit are you falling for?
Quit playing that lick
Please stop the music

I know I have good intentions
I give a smile and a wave
You don't have to tell me again
Just how Hell's highways are paved

You've murdered my vibe
Done something I can't describe
The windows and chairs
Are giving me awkward stares

My headphones are fried
It sounds like something's died
I'm nauseous, I'm sick
Please stop the music

Please stop the music
Please stop the music
Please stop the music

You've murdered my vibe



Credits
Writer(s): Riley Maiden
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