A commercial with your own tennis shoe in it Whether you're selling a dream, selling a scheme or playing a role Like it or not we're selling soul
(Door Cracks Open) Hey wut dat is? You Hey you hear dat shit. Damn dogg i know it aint what i think it is Hey man hey hey you selling trick daddy
I hear you, hear you talkin' Goes in one ear and right out the other Not surprised where you come from What you want might be easy for someone But not
border Trying out the white house for size The selling of America Its going on now town by town The selling of America You better keep it underground The selling
We take ourselves too seriously We sneak as many politics as we can But who will be the last to realize That sometimes selling out is waking up? So,
We have so far sailed maelstroms Through the tempest light This man-o-war Spills forth with silks, spices and wines Not limerick's dungeons eighteen
The path is clear though no eyes can see The course laid down long before And so with Gods and men, the sheep remain inside their pen Though many times
selling Jesus again They're selling Jesus again They want your soul and your money Blood and your bones They're selling Jesus again Selling love to you, selling
their unlimited hell Where they buy and they sell and they sell all their Trash to each other but they're sick of it all And they're bankrupt on selling
And to love, a God And to fear, a flame And to burn a crowd that has a name And to right or wrong And to meek or strong It is known, just scream it from
The Selling of Waternish (Kirk McLeod)
i hope you like my stupid painting it won't be here next time, you'll burn it i'm no matisse and never said i could paint the way things are going..i
whole philosophy is based on moodswings Limited attention spans and an expansion pack for everything Am I feeling it? Mostly full of it Selling my cuts
a good portion of devotion on sale to the stale-skinned, rummage-happy everyday troop. got my bells on: it keeps my ears ringing and peers watching.
i. it's a slow fever, the sweat rises and recedes, as the weeks sprinkle onto sidewalks from the shredded calander balconies of new year's. i've been
Thank the loyal servants for being so loyal, soon they'll be happy and very safe; if not, sent off like a pigeon with his head cut off. if it wasn't for
I'm not the priziest horse or the classiest fighter with shattered glass in my voice writing my name on the wall with the fingers my highschool gave me
I've come to my senses that I've become senseless I could give you lessons, how to ruin your friendships And every last conviction, yeah I smoked them
