sell my soul to him
shed my skin, I just wanna shed my skin
I don't wanna sell my soul to him
mechanize, city bursts and farmers die
they cry
sleep face down in a goods train heading south in the rain

In this world I often think you'd understand me
in these words I often think you'd recognise me
'cos I just wanna swim with the fish in the sea
and I want faith to heal so that I can be clean

Celebrate, I just want to celebrate
I'm not going to sell my soul to him
when you look right in