Record Collection Lyrics

I'm a record collection, a dedicated section

I'm a memory of everything you've ever seen and ever done

I'm a subtle seduction, I am utter corruption

I'm the God enlightened, cleaned up, heightened re-enactment of your day

I'm a hidden agenda, hidden in the credenza

In the darkest corner of the room inside the room inside your head

Uh-huh, inside your head, inside your head, inside your head, uh



Sit back and relapse into the world we built for you

Where everything you'll need is on its way now

Make yourself at home, my extraordinary friend

Where everything is okay in the end



I'm thinking of a number

Whispered in Hong Kong

Double it and pass it on

Zero, zero, zero, one

Play us one more number

Give us one more song

Tell us one we've heard before

Zero, zero, zero, more



Architecturally speaking, 50 gram is a weakling

I'm a city planner with a stammer who carved out New York, New York

From the tip of the rhino, fuck it if I know

I'm the unexpected, twist your endless laundry list of heinous crimes

I can plant a suggestion, rig an election

I'm the hidden top line of the tune that's on a loop inside your mind

Uh-huh, inside your mind, inside your mind, inside your mind, uh



Sit back and relapse into the world we built for you

Where everything you'll need is on its way now

Make yourself at home, my extraordinary friend

Where everything is okay in the end



I'm thinking of a number

Whispered in Hong Kong

Double it and pass it on

Zero, zero, zero, one

Play us one more number

Give us one more song

Tell us one we've heard before

Zero, zero, zero, more



On an endless corridor behind each hidden door

Infinity and one more never ending bidding war

Send us your details, my extraordinary friend

Everything is okay if you



Sit back and relapse into the world we built for you

Where everything you'll need is on its way now

Make yourself at home, my extraordinary friend

Where everything is okay in the end