You sold your soul to stay afloat They raised the stakes to watch you fold Locked the doors and tapped the phones And you just fled to Mexico No one's gonna fix all your mistakes When dancing with the devil you had better keep your hands above the waist Everything you touch will turn to sand When you see the world as nothing more than money in your hand You never get the chance to understand just what it's like to sleep Without these voices in your head,
a silent chorus of the dead you left behind The taste of treason on her tongue Settled in the D.C.
slum Built a house here watching time That they colorized in song She wiped the lipstick smudges from her face When sleeping with the state you will eventually just learn to love the taste Everything you touch will turn to sand When you see the world as nothing more than money in your hand You never get the chance to understand just what it's like to sleep Without these voices in your head,
a silent chorus of the dead you left behind A new hope for the poor host Just a penny to the rich There's a rally down on Wall Street As the fire burns in Kensington Just carve another notch into your gun Set the spark and take your mark,
finally got him on the run Everything you touch will turn to sand When you see the world as nothing more than money in your hand You never get the chance to understand just what it's like to sleep Without these voices in your head,
a silent chorus of the dead you left behind You left behind
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