Contra Finch (USA)

So much says the world
Sell the rights to your kin
Sickened by the sway of the ship
I'll find my own way in

Won't trade always for what's new
Sell me something beautiful

Hold your rank
Your condition is failing
The look on your face when they take it away
There's demons at your door
There's a fire in the hull
The crowd rumbles to a roar

Won't trade always for what's new
Sell me something beautiful
I won't trade always for what's new
Sell me something beautiful

Sink your sorrow
Faintly hollow
Wager mercy
Hang your clergy
Oh no, but anyway