Dirty Tapes

Dirty tapes

You want your records on the wall but never put them up

Forty-eight

Young enough to be alone but never having fun

Where'd you go?

Where've you gone?

Don't like your tone when you talk back

Don't complain, don't you moan

Don't really care about your 8-track

Dirty tapes

You want your records on the wall but never put them up

Forty-eight

Young enough to be alone but never having fun

You don't like what you listen to when you're walking home from the bus stop

You can't stand the Arctic Monkeys but you like that song about the dance floor

I can't really play guitar but I pretend so I can try and impress you

But now I'm making music just like them and I'm not trying to depress you

It's an issue

Dirty tapes

You want your records on the wall but never put them up

Forty-eight

Young enough to be alone but never having fun

Young enough to be alone but never having fun

Young enough to be alone but never having—