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 Lies on sale