Sell Your Soul

Sunsets Fade to Night 
And Flowers Die Away, 
The World Is Turning 'round 
And You Are Turning Grey, 
Money Burns a Hole 
Inside the Wealthy's Heads. 
Why do You Insist 
Pretending You're Not Dead?

:chorus: 
Sell Your Soul, Sell Your Soul For 
Sell Your Soul, Sell Your Soul For Free.

Bottles Always Empty, 
Leaves Their Prey Alone. 
Lovers Often Leave You 
Waiting By the Phone. 
Nothing Seems to Satisfy 
The Need For Peace. 
Jesus Stands Before You 
Wanting You to See.