Well, 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 enough
And I'm sold
So I gave up all my wretched thoughts
And left them out for the less fortunate
Now at the gate, I 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.
Go on, pack me up I'm sold.
Go on, pack me up I'm sold.
Go on, pack me up I'm sold.
Go on, pack me up I'm sold.
Go on, pack me up I'm sold.
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

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