my life reads like the classifieds. pages of what's for sale, what's on
the auction block? attention bidders, it's lot 45. he's got a decent
voice, he's got that crooked smile. but hold on, you haven't heard the
best yet! he writes great storylines, he's got those honest eyes. so
take him home for just $9.95! he'll sing the songs you like, he'll keep
you warm at night. (chorus) back down, cash out, that's the city for
ya. break down, back out, and get what's coming to ya. when you said you
were falling apart, i thought you meant you were falling apart. i'm not
the type to forget about nights like this, when every single move that i
make is documented, and scored for style points. the once ambitious one
now holds the smoking gun. if i die in my sleep, are you still willing
to be everything you promised you would be. (chorus) will you be the
first one to tell the neighborhood papers, and all my family and friends
that still care. did you buy what i sold, did you feel what i told you?
i hope that you still do. will you promise yourself that this isn't all
we've got. (chorus) |