The Small Print Take, take all you need And I'll compensate your greed With broken hearts
Sell, I'll sell your memories For fifty pounds per year But just the good days
Say, it'll make you insane And its bending the truth You're to blame For all the life that you'll lose And you watch this space But I'm going all the way And be my slave to the grave I'm the priest god never paid
Hope, I hope you've seen the light 'Cause no one really cares They're just pretending
Sell, I sell your memories
For fifty 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