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The Golden Dregs – Death Of A Salesman lyrics
Daylight burns my eyes
The warmer months have passed me by
But this time round I’m certain I
Will not have lived another year in vein
She was just a helping hand
And I was just a broken man
Living off of broken land
Where no one cared to speak my name
She tells me ‘darkness needn’t come’
Feeds me zinc and magnesium
I tilt my head and swallow ‘til
Realisation chases her away
And when she said ‘be free’
What she really meant was ‘see
If you can make it on your own’
I don’t know why you’d sell
Me life insurance when it’s pretty clear that I am not too well
And the policy suggests
I’m valued higher in death than in the sorry life I’ve lead
I am just a salesman
You want self respect today man?
Every conversation is greeted
Just like every other call
Seldom do my thoughts digress
Beyond the hope of tenderness
No, I don't believe in much;
A fearful thing, to love what death can touch
I don’t know why you’d sell
Me life insurance when it’s pretty clear that I am not too well
And the policy suggests
I’m valued higher in death than in the sorry life I’ve lead
The warmer months have passed me by
But this time round I’m certain I
Will not have lived another year in vein
She was just a helping hand
And I was just a broken man
Living off of broken land
Where no one cared to speak my name
She tells me ‘darkness needn’t come’
Feeds me zinc and magnesium
I tilt my head and swallow ‘til
Realisation chases her away
And when she said ‘be free’
What she really meant was ‘see
If you can make it on your own’
I don’t know why you’d sell
Me life insurance when it’s pretty clear that I am not too well
And the policy suggests
I’m valued higher in death than in the sorry life I’ve lead
I am just a salesman
You want self respect today man?
Every conversation is greeted
Just like every other call
Seldom do my thoughts digress
Beyond the hope of tenderness
No, I don't believe in much;
A fearful thing, to love what death can touch
I don’t know why you’d sell
Me life insurance when it’s pretty clear that I am not too well
And the policy suggests
I’m valued higher in death than in the sorry life I’ve lead
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