Producer

Young producer paces to and fro

Sound of the playback fills the air

A man from EMI wears a suit and big smile

I don't hear songs, he says, just sound

Hey operator put some stuff on the line

Day in, day out, I hear the same hits

Keep yourself, free yourself from editing tape

No damn truth is cut and shaped

Young sits in the corner in the shadow

Talks to himself

Every day to all of my prayers

I take my songs to the marketplace

You can hear them shout

You can hear them shout

Lies on sale

Lies on sale

You can hear them shout

You can hear them shout

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