The Market Lyrics

Im selling myself for my children

And im making a killin

Put copper in the building

Yeah just illin

I'll leave my guts for the spillin

Against ten tin men

Heartless and gut less, Stuffed

Full of bread and rice

He puffed

His chest for the mice

Oozing straw

Spreading lice

Black maw

Hit the lights

When he looked it was the only thing he saw

His chest said something

It must be nothing

Lined up on seats like shelves

Displayed , embalmed, stuck in hell

Pick them over, see who fell

looking for An empty shell

Its like you found the last open hook

Who would have known how long it took

Then you sing your song

And It took far too long

This sucker thinks hes an artist

To me its feeling spineless

Bones Removed

Then Divided by two

Just send me in seargent

Just give me the search warrant

Like i found the latest target

As If my shooting was harmless