it's your bleeding heart and selling so well an hour too late too much time to k** and forcing your tears and milking the pain and raking it in, the sin and i already know there's one chance around and the record shows you wanna make the grade and the word is out you sold your soul today and i already know stick out your chest, the ma**es await a white collar side show the auction begins they'll tickle your ear and give you the grin and it's such a shame, who's to blame and i already know there's one chance around and the record shows you wanna make the grade and the word is out you sold your soul today and it's over... if you and i could find a way to make it right i'd go but here we stand with troubles minds and empty ands let it pa**, let it pa**