Letras
B-b-b-b-back when things were running smooth
Yeah, this place was pretty grand
Animations were coming through
Yeah, things worked just as planned
But that was back when Joey Drew
Was a sane and friendly man
But ink wrapped around Joey's heart
And grabbed him by the hand
Oh, down to the cellar
Where not a soul could be found
Whispering in his ear, "No speaking aloud"
The ink demon was clever, his smile was a shroud
Proved no one could be trusted
And yet they still loved him
You gotta sing, keep singing
Don't let that tempo slow down
Ignore the monsters closing in
Oh, we're recording gold now
Play band, stand your ground
Don't let that tempo slow down
This might be our final gig
But we're recording gold now
Poor old Sammy Lawrence
He's the one to lead the band
Writing all the music was the job of just one man
Orchestrating alone
No one writes songs like he can
Going insane guided by the inky demon hand
The ink is all around you
There's nothing that you can do
Too scared to even try to move
Oh no, oh no
Surrounded in the studio
Is this the way I really go?
Oh, is this record worth my soul?
Oh no, oh no
You gotta sing, keep singing
Don't let that tempo slow down
Ignore the monsters closing in
Oh, we're recording gold now
Play band, stand your ground
Don't let that tempo slow down
This might be our final gig
But we're recording gold now
Well, well, well
With sacrifice
To the inky demon
Comes our salvation
From this inky prison
You gotta sing, keep singing
Don't let that tempo slow down
Ignore the monsters closing in
Oh, we're recording gold now
Play band, stand your ground
Don't let that tempo slow down
This might be our final gig
But we're recording gold now
Don't let that tempo slow
Recording gold now
Don't let that tempo slow
We're recording, stand your ground
Don't let that tempo slow
Re-recording gold now
Don't let that tempo slow
We're recording gold now