Sales Lyrics

You're gonna raise hell i'm sure
Just because the colors i'm wearing suck
You can blow away your monochromatic gluten free obsession
While everybody else prays for indiscretion
Now you're hanging around as a pocket size sales disaster
It says “drop dead if you don't have the inheritance to be proud”
You're hanging around as a pocket size sales disaster And it feeds you strychnine
Just drop dead
You're gonna raise hell i'm sure
Just because the colors i'm wearing suck
And you sound pleased to say that i'm not part of your pallet collection
But no one here considers that you know how to use your brain

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