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
nine years later a child is born
nine-year-old puts his money down
every breath that i held for you
there's a stack of shellac and vinyl
which is yours now and which is mine?
bass and treble heal every hurt
there's a rebel in a nylon shirt
but the words are a mystery
'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 do 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"