The Sale Lyrics by Josh Abbott Band
Josh Abbott Band 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 saying 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 loneliness in the trail
Before too long there's reflection
But you can't see yourself
I ain't saying 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 saying 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
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