Текст песни For Sale - Chris Wright

Sell me baby, sell my soul
Cut me up and take my pieces home
Sell me baby, yeah go get paid
I tripped and fell but it's no mistake

Can't afford a lock smith
I can't afford the lock either
Hid it in my brain, threw the key off of the dock
And then sped off in my two-seater
Cool cats aint afraid of no lightning
But the clap when it blooms is so frightening
Tugging on my soul, baby it ain't worth the fighting
I don't see the point, but you drive it like a ice pick
Ooooh
Baby let it fall
Take it slow and hit it raw

Sell me baby, sell my soul
Cut me up and take my pieces home
Sell me baby, yeah go get paid
I tripped and fell but it's no mistake
So sell me baby, yeah sell my soul

Take me to your black market
Or back to where it all started
I think you need rememory, and Hennessy
The energy to finish where we last parted
I like it all, baby, you ain't gotta specify
Cut my heart out, and still I'd be so mesmerized
Take my holiest possession, never testify
You took away my will and I tried so hard to empathize
Ooooh

But maybe I was wrong
Maybe I'd be better without you
Maybe I don't wanna know
Maybe I'd be better without you