Standard (EADGBE)
So I got a stack of tapes, Got a name and maybe date,
They're gonna be worth Something someday
That is if I pop that song, Just about three minutes long,
'Bout how you told me wrong Or make the outrage safe
And if before my time I decide to take my life
You could take these treasures And pull them up into light
Make every song a gem, Take every one of them,
Release a collection Of cacophonic hits
And remix, and remaster, My disaster s
Our first-track words And never before heard
Acoustic takes, it's yours, From the shoebox to the online store
Bury me in analog, P ull the reels up
Nearly burn that water log, And release it
They bought it, you sold it
Got nothin' for everyone
They bought it, you sold it
Got nothin' for everyone
And when it goes out of print, You could then re -issue it
Trade off the publishin' rights, To the highest bid
To a queen or king of pop, Sell revolution off,
It's an investment, man, I can't make this stuff up
And the brats I leave behind Will party every ni ght
And sleep all day 'til five, And live the trust fund life
An they'll call the radio, Complain and curse an d moan
'Bout how everybody thinks, It's cake to live th is way
And my grave will be showered With t he latest in flower power
And the freaks will drive by my stre et, And cry and sing and dream
And list en to the new CD
Bury me in analog, T ake the suit and
You can have it auct ioned off, Couple thousand
They bought it, you sold it
Got nothin' for everyone
They bought it, you sold it
Got nothin' for everyone
Bury me in analog, E very paper
That I ever scribble d on, Is a treasure
Chart-topper, best seller Yeah, it' ll be yours to take
And buy it and sell it, It's all ga rbage anyway
The b's and the suckers Have all gone out to play