Sell Yourself - Live From The Vic In Chicago
Lyrics
Well, I tried to paint my mind But now I'm stuck here in the middle Got this scalpel in my hand I'm operating on this riddle Got my tongue all tied in knots On my forehead placed a label Took all my inspiration Carved your name into the table Let's talk about me, Let's talk about you, I know your type I know exactly what you wanna do And if the money's right You think I'd disagree So sad to see you torn apart By Hell and selfish greed And sell yourself Don't be a fool Sell yourself Sell yourself Don't be a fool Sell yourself Sell yourself All my memory shard becomes dirty little pieces Choking on your cancer, waitin' on to new releases No more need to operate You are ready for the masses Nothing more to give you You are ready for the masses Let's talk about me, Let's talk about you, I know your type I know exactly what you wanna do And if the money's right You think I'd disagree So sad to see you torn apart By Hell and selfish greed And sell yourself Don't be a fool Sell yourself Sell yourself Don't be a fool Sell yourself Sell yourself Sell yourself Sell yourself Sell yourself Sell yourself Don't be a fool Sell yourself Sell yourself Don't be a fool Sell yourself Sell yourself
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 02:26
- Key
- 2
- Tempo
- 153 BPM