Bury Me in Analog - Mischief Brew

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

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 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