Music Is Crap - Custard

Red eyes blue gaze, you look like hell today

Step out on parade, you do it so well

Your favourite shirt, those shoes that you bought in Perth

Dumb Hair smart slacks, that’s rock apparel

(Ahhhhhh)

Music is crap aliens told me so

Better than that, were gonna let you know

Just listen up, become a receiver

And then space out, when you’re a believer

That’s what religion’s for

Music is crap

Think of your friends, then put one on the door

Everythings free, but were still poor

Don’t matter what you like, aliens hate it

Rock, pop, metal, shop, they just berate it

And I’ve found

They dig the silence, hate the sound

So pick up your telescopes, put your guitars down

That’s what I’ve found.