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 did you lose what did you gain what did 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 or which is mine? - 45. Here is a song to sing to do the measuring. What did you lose what did you gain what did you win?. Bass and treble heal every hurt. There's a rebel in a nylon shirt. But the words are a mystery I've heard. Till you turn it down to thirty-three and a third. 'Cause it helps with the elocution. Corporations turn revolutions - 45. I heard something peculiar said. "Perhaps he's got a shot" and "Now he's dead" - 45. So don't you weep and shed(?). Just change my name instead. But what do you lose when it all goes to your head?. 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've blessed. I'll be lost I confess - 45 45 45.