Feeling empty
Swallowed in the fray
Need a little something
To define yourself
I can't put my finger on it
But it has to be exciting
Yeah it, has to be exciting
I can't put my finger on it
Finger on the pulse
But something dark is coming
Coaxing, reeling and releasing
Define these days with holidays
And glimmer on your hands
Affordable to all, if your chute
Will take the greasing
You want it you got it
So just sign away
All the things you believe
And all the things that you say
You need it so bad
You've just got to have it
So get down on your knees (and pray)
The Man in the store
On the corner has it in
The cure for arthritis
And a picture of Elvis
It can calm the ripple
On a soul's shallow waters
Yours for a song and a favour
There are no possessions but
Possession of the devil
Not the one down below
But the devil you know
Voices in your head will
Taste the words that they have bled
A curious infection
Of a common disease
You want it you got it
So just sign away
All the things you believe
And all the things that you say
You need it so bad
You've just got to have it
So get down on your knees (and pray)
You want it you got it
Just sign away
Everything that you love
And everything that's okay
You need it so bad
Now that you have it
What are you going to do on Judgement Day?
k**ing off the conscience
Is a bloody piece of work
Cleaning up the mess can take forever
On to the next town
Gone without a trace
Without a soul
Without a clue
You want it you got it
Just sign away
Everything that you love
And everything that's okay
You need it so bad
Now that you have it
What are you going to do on Judgement Day?