The Small Print

Take take all you need And I'll compensate your greed With broken hearts Sell 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 You're to blame For all the life that you'll loose And you watch this space But I'm going all the way And be your slave to the grave I'm a priest god never paid Hope I hope you've seen the light Coz no one really cares They're just pretending Sell I sell your memories For 15 pounds 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 priest god never paid 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 priest god never paid