The Phonograph Plays, Part And Parcel - Joy Electric

Hear what is played, what is sung

In the sight of the orphans

Near to the night, so to hide every deviant notion

You try to leave, but become as one horrid invention

Run to the leaf covered home to prepare you protection

The phonograph plays, part and parcel

Odd signatures of the kind you missed from the last century

You start to think of the ones who have betrayed your memory

Put to complete disarray while the handles are turning

What comes to you comes too late as the needle is touching

The phonograph plays, part and parcel

Ever turning all our worries and our troubles

You look over, what you see is innocent

And the lions come to greet us by the hundreds

From a corner one is watching us being eaten

The phonograph plays, part and parcel