Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I will to you my hard drive
it contains everything I could contrive
I blew my nose and thought:
where does all this snot come from?

but I leave it to you, my heir abhorrent
you can do with it what you will
the royalties won't be exorbitant
but you'll make a profit, won't get a bill

Just take my hard drive if you will
protect it and caress it, don't let it crash
it contains my seed, my will, my legacy
it's my soul, my treasure, my secret stash

I give it to you upon my death
you are executor of my estate
I give you all my guilty truths
embarrassments and epithets

open the file, turn the page
I give it all to you, my copyrights
my fears, my rage, my love
I will to you my hard drive