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 disasters

Our first-track 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 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 night

And sleep all day 'til five, And live the trust fund life

An 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 in 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 b's and the suckers Have all gone out to play