Songtext von The Small Print

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 And I'm going all the way And be my slave to the grave I'm a 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 And I'm going all the way And be my slave to the grave I'm the priest god never paid 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 And I'm going all the way And be my slave to the grave I'm the priest god never paid