Three
Soul To Sell
Do you think we’re fools? We know it won’t be long Till you drill a well and fall straight through the roof of hell And they lock you in a prison cell and leave the tale for you to tell You got no more soul to sell But oh well, that’s life So carve on with your wicked knife You’re so strong, you’re so precise One day you’ll learn to take your own advice And make your home in a prison cell And leave the tale for me to tell You got no more soul to sell Any place you place the blame The water tastes the same The sunlight hurts your eyes It’s no surprise Anyone you chance to meet A stranger on the street They're bound to wonder why you run so dry You drank the tears from their eyes Letras de canciones
Do you think we’re fools? We know it won’t be long Till you drill a well and fall straight through the roof of hell And they lock you in a prison cell Leave the tale for me to tell You got no more soul to sell
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