Lyrics

[Verse 1] Taking dimly lit pictures Of bottles of soy sauce all day He dimly remembers That there was a time before he lost his way There aren't a lot of choices When you have so many bills to pay But now the little voices That used to bring him great ideas just say [Chorus] "Whore, whore Well, look what you sold your life for Three times the money, yes But you still manage to feel poor Whore, whore Look what you sold your life for For everything that it cost you You would think they'd have paid you more" [Verse 2] The sad fact of the matter is that You can't sell your soul for very much these days That market's flooded With idiots who were giving it away Well you can always get something, yes But the money is never enough to pay For all the trouble that you have sleeping Over the sound of your own conscience saying [Chorus] "Whore, whore Well, look what you sold your life for Three times the money, yes But you still manage to feel poor Whore, whore Look what you sold your life for For everything that it cost you You would they'd have paid you more" [Verse 3] They never tell you as a child That there are so few spots For marine biologists Rock stars, firemen, and astronauts Life is full of choices, yes But the choice that is most often made Is to try and fail Or fail to try, but still get paid [Bridge] To sit there counting down the hours 'Till you're counting down the days 'Till you're counting down the years 'Till you retire And when you get that golden watch You wish its hands could turn back time You'd go back and set this Godforsaken meat grinder on fire [Chorus] They made you a whore And look what they bought your life for Three times the money, yes But you still manage to feel poor Whore, whore Look what you sold your life for For everything that it cost you You would think they'd have paid you more