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Escaping the Echoes of Empty Claims
A runaway anthem for anyone who’s ever felt chased down by noise they didn’t deserve. Out-of-Control Collector tells the story of escaping the endless calls, the false voices, and the finger-pointing, rolling down the highway with nothing but love as your compass. There’s a courtroom gavel in the rearview, a thirteen-million-dollar card glowing in the distance, and a shadow who thinks he’s Joe Pesci chasing ghosts on the line. This isn’t a fight song — it’s a freedom song, where the law of love outruns every collector
Category
Alternative Rock
Lyrics
Out-of-control, out-of-control, out-of-control Collector,
Mama on the line but it’s just an imitator.
Ring, ring, ring, it never ends,
Calling on rabbis, calling on friends.
Twenty calls down in a single day,
Judge said “stop,” but he kept on the play.
Forty more rings to the staff and the crew,
Out-of-control Collector don’t know what to do.
Court wrote it down, injunction in hand,
“No more mama-calls, no more demand.
No daughters, no rabbis, no business lines,
FDCPA says you crossed the signs.”
Cease and desist, but he don’t desist,
Court said comply, but he still resist.
Out-of-control, out-of-control, ring, ring, ring,
Preliminary order with a gavel swing.
He posted accusations all over the net,
Echoes in the feed but the deal was set.
The shine was sealed, the cardboard stayed,
Mr. Wonderful’s millions already paid.
“Money equals freedom” — echo in the night,
Collector kept chasing but it slipped out of sight.
“Take it behind the barn and shoot it, that’s the rule,”
But love’s not a stock, love’s no fool.
Cease and desist, but he don’t desist,
Court said comply, but he still resist.
Out-of-control, out-of-control, ring, ring, ring,
Preliminary order with a gavel swing.
Shine, shine, shine on the deal,
Thirteen million glow, the shine is real.
Shine, shine, shine on the card,
Collector’s still calling, still trying too hard.
Radio plays the recordings thin,
Threats on a loop with a borrowed grin.
But love don’t fit in a stereotype role,
You give it, you rise, you get whole.
“Stop the madness, focus on the numbers” — said clear,
But the Collector don’t listen, too lost in fear.
“Money doesn’t care, money’s always right,”
But love is the force that carries the night.
Cease and desist, but he don’t desist,
Court said comply, but he still resist.
Out-of-control, out-of-control, ring, ring, ring,
Preliminary order with a gavel swing.
Out-of-control, out-of-control, out-of-control Collector…
Ring, ring, ring, injunction on the wall.
Out-of-control, out-of-control, out-of-control Collector…
Love is the answer, love beats all.
This one’s for the ones who didn’t ask for the noise — just the peace to drive forward. You can’t repo love, and you sure as hell can’t collect what was never owed.
Marcus
CEO of Cult Classics Seeds