45 - Elvis Costello

Bells are chiming for victory

There’s a page back in history

They came back to the world that they fought for

Didn’t turn out just like they thought

Here is a song to sing to do the measuring

What you lose, what you gain, what you win?

Nine years later a child is born

There’s a record, so you put it on Nine years more, if we’re lucky now

Nine-year-old puts his money down

Every scratch, every click, every heartbeat

Every breath that I held for you

There’s a stack of shellac and vinyl

Which is yours now and which is mine?

Here is a song to sing to do the measuring

What you lose, what you gain, what you win?

Bass and treble heal every hurt

There’s a rebel in a nylon shirt

But the words are a mystery, I’ve heard

'Til you turn it down to 33 and 1/3

'Cos it helps with the elocution

Corporations turn revolutions

So don’t you weep and shed

Just change your name instead

What you lose when it all goes to your head?

I heard something peculiar said:

«Perhaps he’s got a shot and now he’s dead»

Bells are chiming and tears are falling

It creeps up on you without a warning

Every scratch, every click, every heartbeat

Every breath that I bless

I’d be lost, I confess