But the words are a mystery, I've heard
Nine years more, if we're lucky now
"Perhaps he's got a shot and now he's dead", 45
What you lose when it all goes to your head?
'Cos it helps with the elocution
Nine-year-old puts his money down, 45
I heard something peculiar said
What you lose, what you gain, what you win?
45, 45, 45
Nine years later a child is born
'Til you turn it down to 33 and 1/3
Here is a song to sing to do the measuring
There's a rebel in a nylon shirt
Didn't turn out just like they thought, 45
Corporations turn revolutions, 45
Which is yours now and which is mine? 45
Every scratch, every click, every heartbeat
Every breath that I held for you, 45
Bells are chiming and tears are falling
Here is a song to sing to do the measuring
There's a record, so you put it on, 45
What you lose, what you gain, what you win?
It creeps up on you without a warning, 45
Every scratch, every click, every heartbeat
Bass and treble heal every hurt
So don't you weep and shed
Every breath that I bless, I'd be lost, I confess, 45
Just change your name instead
They came back to the world that they fought for
There's a stack of shellac and vinyl
