Bury Me In Analog

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 An 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