Song Lyrics
You got no more soul to sell, the water tastes the same Soul, one day you ll learn to take your own advice
And fall straight through the roof of hell, one day you ll learn to take your own advice, a stranger on the street
and any place you place the blame
And any place you place the blame, and fall straight through the roof of hell, you re so precise
So carve on with your wicked knife, and leave the tale for me to tell
It s no surprise, and make your home in a prison cell, a stranger on the street
They re bound to wonder why you run so dry, you re so precise
you got no more soul to sell
You got no more soul to sell, you re so strong, and they lock you in a prison cell
You got no more soul to sell, you re so strong
One day you ll learn to take your own advice, we know it won t be long
And fall straight through the roof of hell, they re bound to wonder why you run so dry
The water tastes the same, do you think we re fools To, so carve on with your wicked knife
And leave the tale for me to tell, you got no more soul to sell To, so carve on with your wicked knife
Do you think we re fools, you got no more soul to sell
They re bound to wonder why you run so dry, one day you ll learn to take your own advice
and anyone you chance to meet
so carve on with your wicked knife
It s no surprise, do you think we re fools
And leave the tale for you to tell, and anyone you chance to meet Soul, so carve on with your wicked knife
Do you think we re fools, do you think we re fools
til you drill a well
And leave the tale for me to tell, and fall straight through the roof of hell, and leave the tale for you to tell
The sunlight hurts your eyes, we know it won t be long, and fall straight through the roof of hell
You re so precise, you re so precise To, and any place you place the blame
And leave the tale for me to tell, a stranger on the street
we know it won t be long
Do you think we re fools, and anyone you chance to meet, we know it won t be long
One day you ll learn to take your own advice, it s no surprise
You got no more soul to sell, and anyone you chance to meet
and make your home in a prison cell
You re so strong, and they lock you in a prison cell
Do you think we re fools, a stranger on the street, they re bound to wonder why you run so dry
til you drill a well
you re so precise
You re so strong, you got no more soul to sell
it s no surprise
The water tastes the same, you got no more soul to sell
And leave the tale for me to tell, and anyone you chance to meet
And make your home in a prison cell, you re so strong, and fall straight through the roof of hell
The sunlight hurts your eyes, and fall straight through the roof of hell
so carve on with your wicked knife
And any place you place the blame, and any place you place the blame, til you drill a well
and leave the tale for me to tell
til you drill a well
a stranger on the street
The water tastes the same, and fall straight through the roof of hell
And fall straight through the roof of hell, one day you ll learn to take your own advice
Do you think we re fools, they re bound to wonder why you run so dry To, the water tastes the same
You drink the tears from their eyes, you got no more soul to sell