

(no... no!)
Boxes on the shelf,
plastic and the gold
Every story that we ever bought or sold Now you want to
wipe it, turn it into air
Lock it in a server,
like you even care (you don't!) Two thousand twenty-eight on the wall
That's the year you let the physical fall
Greedy hands pulling the cord
No respect for the player's reward
Sony, you are evil,
corporate and cold Killing off the games that we wanted to hold!
Yeah, you suck, you're breaking our trust
Turning our collections into digital dust!
(hate this, hate this!)
No more discs to trade,
no more cases to line
Just a rental license till the end of time
Pay your monthly fee,
bow down to the king
But we see the greed behind everything (shame on you!)
Sony, you are evil,
corporate and cold Killing off the games that we wanted to hold!
Yeah, you suck, you're breaking our trust
Turning our collections into digital dust!
(why did you do it?!)
I hate PlayStation... I hate what you've become...
Greedy giants... (no more discs...)