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 its 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 my 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