An out-of-print book is a book that is no longer being published. The term can apply to specific editions of more popular works, which may then go in and out of print repeatedly, or to the sole printed edition of a work, which is not picked up again by any future publishers for reprint. Most works that have ever been published are out of print at any given time, while certain highly popular books, such as the Bible, are always "in print". Less popular out of print books are often rare and may be difficult to acquire unless scanned or electronic copies of the books are available. With the advent of book scanning, and print-on-demand technology, fewer and fewer works are now considered truly out of print.
A publisher creates a print run of a fixed number of copies of a new book. Print runs for most modern books number in the thousands. These books can be ordered in bulk by booksellers, and when all the bookseller's copies are sold, the bookseller has the option to order additional copies. If the initial print run sells out and demand still exists, the publisher will have more copies printed, if possible. When the book is no longer selling either at a rate fast enough to pay for the inventory costs, or to justify another print run, the publisher will cease to print additional copies, and may remainder or pulp the remaining unsold copies. When all of the books in a print run have been sold to booksellers, the book is said to be "out of print", meaning that a bookseller cannot get any further copies from the publisher. If a book sells out unexpectedly quickly, it may be considered out of print briefly when its initial print run is exhausted, but is usually soon reprinted.
Horrorshow monsters come rippin' outta pubs
Don't need no more booze cause the transformation's
done
Droolin' from their mouths and their bloodshot eyes
No one knows their true identity underneath their guise
White light!
Black night!
Shear terror!
Fist fight!
My life!
My strife!
Pure horror!
Tonight!
On the rampage they go crashin' through the clubs
Abusing everybody till the patrons turn and run
Howlin' in the bars smashing people up
Blazin' though the alleys cause the damage ain't enough
White light!
Black night!
Shear terror!
Fist fight!
My life!
My strife!
Pure horror!
Tonight!
Out with the boys getting liquored again
In the nightly horrorshow
They're still drinkin' on the day they die
1, 2, 3, 4...
Monsters never hang they just know how to fight
They try to run the darkness with their switch blade
life
Always in your face and never quite discrete
Angry ancient beasts on the modern modern streets