i thought the suits had come for me.
found alternatives to honesty.
body and soul were bought and sold.
patented and out of reach, so i reach but it hurts, it kills, it screams and it fills my heart with chills and i take my pills but i’m still tired of sleeping with the light on. but if it keeps the hair out of my eyes, pack it up.
send it home. for just one stab at the good life, that’s enough and i’m sold.
so i gave up all my wretched thoughts.
left them out for the less fortunate.
now at the gate i’ll skip the queue, life’s not living ‘less you’re sure to make it through but now it hurts, it kills, it screams and it fills my heart with chills and i take my pills but i’m still tired of sleeping with the light on.
but if it keeps the hair out of my eyes, pack it up. send it home.
for just one stab at the good life, that’s enough and i’m sold.
lord, i’m sold. go on pack me up, i’m sold.
go on pack me up, i’m sold.
and if it keeps the hair out of my eyes, pack it up.
send it home.
for just one stab at the good life, that’s enough and i’m sold.