take, take all you need | and I'll compensate your greed |
with broken hearts | sell I'll sell your memories |
for 15 pounds per year | but just the good days |
say, it'll make you insane | and it's bending the truth | you're to blame |
for all the life that you'll lose and you watch this space |
but i'm going all the way | and be my slave to the grave |
I'm the priest God never paid |
hope, I hope you've seen the light | coz no one really cares |
they're just pretending | sell, I'll sell your memories for 15 pounds per year |
but you can keep the bad days |
say, it'll make you insane | and it's bending the truth | you're to blame |
for all the life that you'll lose | and you watch this space |
but i'm going all the way | and be my slave to the grave |
I'm the priest God never paid |
