Bells are chiming for victory   There's a page back in history   45   They came back to the world that they fought for   Didn't turn out just like they thought   45      Here is a song to sing to do the measuring   What do you lose, what do you gain, what do you win?      Nine years later a child is born   There's a record, so you put it on   45   Nine years more, if we're lucky now   Nine-year-old puts his money down   45   Every scratch. every click, every heartbeat   Every breath that I held for you   45   There's a stack of shellac and vinyl   Which is yours now and which is mine?   45      Repeat chorus      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   45      So don't just 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   45      Bells are chiming and tears are falling   It creeps up on you without a warning   45   Every scratch, every click, every heartbeat   Every breath that I bless   I'd be lost, I confess   45