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January twenty-eight, they locked the gate
No more discs on the shelf,
no choice of fate They took the tangible
and tore it away (no more,
no more)
Sony is greedy, Sony is cold Killing off the physical,
selling out the soul No care for the history,
just chasing the green The greediest machine that we've ever seen
Nothing but downloads on an empty screen A modern tragedy,
if you know what I mean They want control
of every single byte (ahhhh)
Sony is greedy, Sony is cold Killing off the physical,
selling out the soul No care for the history,
just chasing the green The greediest machine that we've ever seen
No more discs
Nothing to hold
Just digital dust (yeah)