Of the places I know You're the best place to go If I want to feel something Where the guy on the street With his soul on his sleeve Plays for children and chump change Everyday it's something else Somebody sells Boarded up the record store Who cares about songs anymore? And it makes me feel too nobody And there's nobody to disagree Working hard everyday Finding beauty's remains It's not enough just to see it Get a job is the cry That you hear all your life Till you start to repeat it Every way they can they will Go in for the kill Boarded up the record store Who cares about songs anymore? And it makes me feel too nobody And there's nobody to disagree Closing down the club next door Who cares about music anymore? But I will sing to nobody If there's nobody to disagree And I will sing to nobody If there's nobody to see so will it be