it's your bleeding heart 

and selling so well 

an hour too late 

too much time to kill 

and forcing your tears 

and milking the pain 

and raking it in, the sin 

and i already know there's one chance around 

and the record shows you wanna make the grade 

and the word is out you sold your soul today 

and i already know 

stick out your chest, the masses await 

a white collar side show 

the auction begins 

they'll tickle your ear 

and give you the grin 

and it's such a shame, who's to blame 

and i already know there's one chance around 

and the record shows you wanna make the grade 

and the word is out you sold your soul today 

and it's over... 

if you and i could find a way to make it right i'd go 

but here we stand with troubles minds and empty ands 

let it pass, let it pass