Take, take all you need
and I’ll compensate your greed
with broken hearts
sell
and I’ll sell your memories
for 15 pounds per year
but just the good days

Say, it’ll make you insane
and it’s bending the truth
your to blame
for all the life that you’ll lose and
you watch this space
and I’m going all the way
and be my slave to the grave
I’m a priest god never paid

Hope, I hope you’ve seen the light
cause no one really cares
they’re just pretending
sell
I’ll sell your memories
for £15 per year
but you can keep the bad days

say, it’ll make you insane
and I’m bending the truth
you’re to blame
for all the life that you’ll lose and
you watch this space
and I’m going all the way
and be my slave to the grave
I’m the preist god never paid