CONTEXTUAL NOTES-
This work is thought to be an early attempt at the production of entertainment in Digitalis, circa 2XXX. It looks as though they attempted to record the audio over the original record, but had not yet the advanced technology to fully remove the old lyrics. As a result it breaks through into the Digitalis version at the end. This recording was almost certainly to be discarded without a trace. The reason it exists thus far is unknown.
(To the rhythm of Hit The Road, Jack) Hit the lights, black (BLACK!) And make it so that can't see the truth no more, no more Hit the lights, black (BLACK!) And all they see's our truth- no more There's things going on in our government Of which citizens can't be sure, So we tell them what they gots to hear Just to make a revolution slow’r But from time to time, we get a fool Who would just let his mouth go, And he thinks he's helping everyone… So we drag him down below (THAT'S RIGHT!) Chorus (x2) Now in this room, it's much to do It's more like a whole house's floor, Thus we'll take him in our torture 'chambre' Push him down and shut the door. There we'll beat him, teach him, crack him up And we'll break his spirits raw! Then we'll put him back together, fix him up, Make sure he don't believe what he saw. (THAT'S RIGHT!) Hit the lights, black (BLACK!) And make it so that can't see the truth no more, no more Hit the road Jack, And all they see's our truth- no more Hit the lights, black And don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more Hit the road, Jack (Forcefully) And all they see's our truth- no more