Silk Stockings

[Verse 1:]
It's perfect time to sell all these things we've made
And they think they're free on magazine and all is well they'll go to hell
Little do they know

[Chorus:]
We make our records in the basement, we make our stars upstairs
We make our records in the basement, we make our stars upstairs
We make our records in the basement, we make our stars upstairs

[Verse 2:]
So put your makеup on, cuz you're on display
In the other room thеy'll write your story, make you boring and young
By now you should have known

[Chorus:]
We make our records in the basement, we make our stars upstairs
We make our records in the basement, we make our stars upstairs
We make our records in the basement, we make our stars upstairs

[Bridge:]
It never made change if they were always just the same
Cuz every star the we had sold was just another fucking clone
Because real talent is a waste of money, our investors think it's funny
It's never been about the art, our music isn't from the heart
But that's okay this is the standard, we'll make money while your hands hurt
Hope your sound don't get too old while all our shitters make it gold

[Chorus:]
We make our records in the basement, we make our stars upstairs
We make our records in the basement, we make our stars upstairs
We make our records in the basement, we make our stars upstairs