Saw you down at the pawn shop
You were selling souls for a dollar a pop
And the heaven sound is calling
For the needle starts to throb
And all my money is gone
And I have no one to call on
So I take myself to the pawn shop
And I’ll sell my soul for a dollar a pop
The rumor is you gotta keep on
When everyone’s humanity’s already gone
And the violence activating
Don’t you find it so frustrating
We always move in cycles
Pray for more denial
This whole world’s just a pawn shop
Selling everything for more than they bought
Some days I wait
For a robin or a cloud
Most days all I see
Are the pushers of the plow
My heart, it hurts
But it’ll get so much worse
Do you think it
‘Cause I know it
On the ever-changing dirt
Satisfaction for the passers-by
And restlessness for the still
Satisfaction for the passers-by
And restlessness for the still
Some days I wait
For a robin or a cloud
Most days all I see
Are the pushers of the plow
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