Lesson 1:  Always back it up.  Write it out, take a snap shot.  I know they’re only lyrics, but I feel like I’ve lost a tiny part of me….losing bits of your ‘work’.  It’s kind of painful

VERSE 1

The track was gonna be gold

Yeah it was gonna be a hit

Felt it in my blood

Yeah it was gonna make us rich

And with cash all that rainin down

We could’ve bought Manhattan

And done something good for the world

But I heard it through a purple-twisted grapevine

There’d been some kinda glitch

Someone pulled the plug

Yeah gravity gave it a tug

Now that track it’s lost to cyberspace

A big n empty starless place

Words lost n floatin about

Spinnin around like bits of a broken tardis

CHORUS

All of them kings horses & men gonna need a magic pen

To put this back together again

Cause somehow, like you

I think it’s gone forever

Anyhow, it went a little somethin like…

Up Yours Systematic drop the track to diplomatic

Up Yours Systematic flip the flop to charismatic

Up Yours Systematic trip the hop to doggy matic

Up Yours Systematic rip it up to cherry-matic

VERSE 2