Chris Williams

Lyrics

Souls for Sale

Saved by the ghost
Hands all up in the air
I'm standing on my chair
Anything to get to you

Plagued by desires
It's weighing down on me
I'm down on my lasts knee
It's haunting me everyday

I'm taking bids for the last part of my soul
A fire sale for the rest
So want you buy me a hearse
Take the last left at the church
I'm dropping hints in song and verse
Or just keep on driving till I can get there first
I'll keep my best suit on

Mirrors on the wall
They keep on talking to me
They just want let me be
And they won't throw me any rope

And, I've got friends
they just smile
They all just shake my hand
They smile at her and then
They do the talking when their gone

I'm taking bids for the last part of my soul
A fire sale for the rest
So want you buy me a hearse
Take the last left at the church
I'm dropping hints in song and verse
Or just keep on driving till I can get there first
I'll keep my best suit on

I'm just fool in fool's clothes
On a road that stays closed
With a profile picture
Of the life that I chose
With a smile worth believing
That I'm never leaving
Wearing jokes like cloaks
For all the happy folks that miss me

I'm taking bids for the last part of my soul
A fire sale for the rest
So want you buy me a hearse
Take the last left at the church
I'm dropping hints in song and verse
Or just keep on driving till I can get there first
I'll keep my best suit on