The Sale Lyrics

First comes the pitch

Then comes the sale

Pretty soon you wash it down

with a Molotov cocktail

It's just the perks

Of the road to fame

Intentions so well disguised

The lies don't seem so strange

I ain't sayin I got a bad bad deal

That I was wronged or innocent

But the foolish choices a young man makes

Are the same ones he'll resent

When the lights come on

The moths flutter in

oblivious that radiance eventually goes dim

The solitude of midnight

& the loneliness in the trail

Before too long there's reflection

But you can't see yourself

I ain't sayin I got a bad bad deal

That I was wronged or innocent

But the foolish choices a young man makes

Are the same ones he'll resent

Life's full of struggles, twists, & turns

There's gonna be fires, & you're gonna get burned, burned burned

I ain't sayin I got a bad bad deal

That I was wronged or innocent

But the foolish choices a young man makes

Are the same ones he'll resent