Could they evoke your shame much greater
Those relics of times lost
Escaping your attention
All forgotten in a box
Hide them if you want to
Or remove them if you dare
Just when you thought you'd shelved them
In the cupboard marked 'Beware!'

Out of the then, Into the now
Ghosts who'll make the most of every morsel you'll allow them
Though we know you've changed so much since then
They'll get you in the end
They're your old CD's

Do you think you could avoid them
As you're flicking through the rack
These permanent reminders
That your tastes used to be crap
There's traps in everyone's collection
Bombs in every drawer
Cover sleeves (Don't leave! Don't leave!)
Now floating to the floor

Out of the then, Into the now
Ghosts who'll make the most of every morsel you'll allow them
Though we know you've changed so much since then
They'll get you in the end
They're your old CD's
(Records from Heck)

There are habits that we can't unlearn
And ones we cast aside
Some crap we receive as gifts
But most of it we buy