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So I got a stack of tapes,Got a name and maybe date,They're gonna be worth Something somedayThat is if I pop that song,Just about three minutes long,'Bout how you told me wrongOr make the outrage safeAnd if before my timeI decide to take my lifeYou could take these treasuresAnd pull them up into lightMake every song a gem,Take every one of them,Release a collectionOf cacophonic hitsAnd remix, and remasterMy disastersOur first-track wordsAnd never-before-heardAcoustic takes, it's yoursSongtexteFrom the shoebox to the online storeBury me in analogPull the reels upNearly burn that water logAnd release itThey bought it, you sold itGot nothin' for everyoneThey bought it, you sold itGot nothin' for everyoneAnd when it goes out of print,You could then re-issue itTrade off the publishin' rightsTo the highest bidTo a queen or king of pop,Sell revolution off,It's an investment, man,I can't make this stuff upAnd the brats I leave behindWill party every nightAnd sleep all day 'til fiveAnd live the trust fund lifeAnd they'll call the radio, Complain and curse and moan'Bout how everybody thinksIt's cake to live this wayAnd my grave will be showeredWith the latest in flower powerAnd the freaks will drive by my streetAnd cry and sing and dreamAnd listen to the new CDBury me in analogTake the suit andYou can have it auctioned off,Couple thousandThey bought it, you sold itGot nothin' for everyoneThey bought it, you sold itGot nothin' for everyoneBury me in analog,Every paper That I ever scribbled onIs a treasureChart-topper, best sellerYeah, it'll be yours to takeAnd buy it and sell it,It's all garbage anywayThe b's and the suckersHave all gone out to play Aus Songtexte Mania