45 (Album Version)

Written By：Elvis Coste

Bells are chiming for victory

There's a page back in history

Forty five

They came back to the world that they fought for

Didn't turn out just like they thought

Forty five

Here is a song to sing to do the measuring

What you lose what you gain what you win

Nine years later a child is born

There's a record so you put it on

Forty five

Nine years more if we're lucky now

Nine year old puts his money down

Forty five

Every scratch every click every heartbeat

Every breath that I held for you

Forty five

There's a stack of shellac and vinyl

Which is yours now and which is mine

Forty five

Here is a song to sing to do the measuring

What you lose what you gain what 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

'Til you turn it down to thirty three and a third

'Cause it helps with the elocution

Corporations turn revolutions

Forty five

So don't you weep and shed

Just change your name instead

What 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

Forty five

Bells are chiming and tears are falling

It creeps up on you without a warning

Forty five

Every scratch every click every heartbeat

Every breath that I bless

I'd be lost I confess

Forty five forty-five forty-five forty-five yeah