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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 done me wrong
Or make the outrage safe
And if before my time
I decide to take my life
You can 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 disasters
All first-draft words and never-before-heard acoustic takes
It's yours
From the shoebox to the online store

Bury me in analog
Pull the reels up
Nearly burned and water-logged
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 publishing 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 night
And sleep all day 'til five
And live the trust fund life
And they'll call the radio,
Complain and curse and moan
'Bout how everybody thinks
It's cake to live this way

And my grave will be showered
With the latest scent of flower power
And the freaks will drive by my street
And cry and sing and dream
And listen to the new CD

Bury me in analog
Take the suit and you can have it auctioned 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,
Every paper that I ever scribbled on
Is a treasure
Chart-topper, best seller
Yeah, it'll be yours to take
And buy it and sell it
It's all garbage anyway
The thieves and the suckers
Have all gone out to play

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