Home Sweet Home

I was designed to spin you the finest tracks,
Im thin, my skin is a shiny black.
Yeah, I am wax.
I hibernate in my crate and I relax…
Waiting for the perfect life,
for my band to sell me as merchandise.
Fourty fans wait for me in line.
I aint even been heard but Ive already been signed.
Off I go, Im so so lucky.
Ive found me a home and my owner loves me.
I spin ten times a day.
He grins and sings while I play.
But one night, my owner throws a party.
gets stoned and Im stolen by somebody.
Please, help! Im all by myself,
Covered in dust on a strangers shelf. Damn!
Why dthey take me away from my home sweet home?
Damn, I wanna go back.
Twenty years have passed since Ive been strayed.
Ive hollered, Ive cussed, Ive begged and Ive prayed,
My covers colours are beginning to fade.
Im smothered in dust,'cause I never get played.
One day, Im stuffed in a box,
With busted up kicks and ugly clocks.
Exposed at the market for the customers flux
and Im sold to a chump for a couple of bucks.
Taken home to be frantically handled,
his hand pulls me back, Im scratched and dismantled.
My new owner hacks up my tracks like a vandal,
My piano notes get extracted as samples.
He uses and abuses me,
glues me to a beat, spews a few gooves with me, two or three.
when I thought we were just getting started,
he takes me back to the market…
I cant wait to return to my home sweet home,
'cause Ive traveled a lot.
Once again, Im out in the cold,
exposed on the market, waiting to be sold.
Far from home, feeling abandonned.
A random man grabs me and Im examined.
He buys me whilst rubbing his palms,
and calmly wanders off with me under his arm.
I mustve gained value by today
'cause he put me up on eBay right away.
When will this **** stop, Im pissed off.
quickly bought again and then getting shipped off.
But this time… to a known place.
Im opened and see my owners face.
He sees the autographs, sheds a tear,
weve both got old, its been over twenty years.
He gives me a spin, sings to my tracks.
Damn it feels good to be back… Home!
Im so glad I returned to my home sweet home,
Back to where I belong.
(the loop spins round)