The Sale

Lyrics

First comes the pitch Then comes the sale Pretty soon you wash it down With a Molotov cocktail It's just the perks Of the road to fame Intentions so well disguised The lies don't seem so strange I ain't sayin' I got a bad bad deal That I was wronged or innocent But the foolish choices a young man makes Are the same ones he'll resent When the lights come on The moths flutter in Oblivious that radiance eventually goes dim The solitude of midnight And the lonеliness in the trail Beforе too long there's reflection But you can't see yourself I ain't sayin' I got a bad bad deal That I was wronged or innocent But the foolish choices a young man makes Are the same ones he'll resent Life's full of struggles, twists, and turns There's gonna be fires And you're gonna get burned Burned, burned I ain't sayin' I got a bad bad deal That I was wronged or innocent But the foolish choices a young man makes Are the same ones he'll resent