My Love Men Without Hats
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You live your life in complete objection
And you tell me that you're fancy free
You tell me stories of resurrection
Doesn't mean a thing to me
You spend your life bent over backwards
Trying hard to make the grade
But when you sell your soul to the highest bidder
You end up in a motorcade
Hold on tight
Don't beg forgiveness
Nothing's gotta be this way
Hold on tight
When we get to heaven
Gonna be hell to pay
My love
You livе your live in complete nеgation
Of the creature from whence we came
You wash your sins in the nearest gutter
But all it does is shift the blame
You spend your life bent over backwards
Give the poor dog a bone
But when you sell your soul to the highest bidder
All roads lead to Rome
And you tell me that you're fancy free
You tell me stories of resurrection
Doesn't mean a thing to me
You spend your life bent over backwards
Trying hard to make the grade
But when you sell your soul to the highest bidder
You end up in a motorcade
Hold on tight
Don't beg forgiveness
Nothing's gotta be this way
Hold on tight
When we get to heaven
Gonna be hell to pay
My love
You livе your live in complete nеgation
Of the creature from whence we came
You wash your sins in the nearest gutter
But all it does is shift the blame
You spend your life bent over backwards
Give the poor dog a bone
But when you sell your soul to the highest bidder
All roads lead to Rome
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