it's your bleeding heart

and selling so well

an hour too late

too much time to kill

and forcing your tears

and milking the pain

and raking it in, the sin

and i already know there's one chance around

and the record shows you wanna make the grade

and the word is out you sold your soul today

and i already know

stick out your chest, the masses await

a white collar side show

the auction begins

they'll tickle your ear

and give you the grin

and it's such a shame, who's to blame

and i already know there's one chance around

and the record shows you wanna make the grade

and the word is out you sold your soul today

and it's over...

if you and i could find a way to make it right i'd go

but here we stand with troubles minds and empty ands

let it pass, let it pass