I'm already going out on a limb
You wrote about it with your head in the sand
How about you sell me your soul?
I've got a shovel and this never gets old
I'm already going out on a limb
This thought is trademarked, I don't know how
How about you sell me your soul?
How about you sell me your?
Hapless, haunted
I see you go about your day, unafraid
Hapless, haunted
I see you go about your day, unafraid
Everyone's innocent according to you
There's nothing to sing about then
A lack of guilt on your part shows that
There's nothing to sing about then
Hapless, haunted
I see you go about your day, unafraid
Hapless, haunted
I see you go about your day, unafraid
I see you go about your day, unafraid
How about you sell me your soul?
How about you sell me your soul, whole?
Everyone's innocent according to you
There's nothing to sing about then
A lack of guilt on your part shows that
There's nothing to sing about then
Hapless, haunted, there's nothing to sing about then
Hapless, haunted, there's nothing to sing about