The Salesman

The salesman is a sandman, look into his eyes
The salesman is a sandman,
The salesman is a sandman, look into his eyes
You will see the salesman is a sad man, a sad man

He slept in a squalid, impersonal hotel
Maybe for this reason, somewhat familiar
When he comes home, he's an empty shell
His soul is elsewhere, his home is nowhere

The salesman at a trade fair, his lie, his lair
The salesman is a sandman,
The salesman, it's not fair
The salesman is a sandman, look into his eyes
You will see the salesman is a liar man, a sad man

The salesman was a slaver, look at him by now
The crisis turned him into a slave, man
Devoted to immanence, struck into the middle
À la merci de every man

This is the third resend, slave of the western man
This is the third resend, slave of the yankee man

The salesman is a sandman, look into his eyes
The salesman is a sandman,
The salesman is a sandman, look into his eyes
You will see the salesman is a sad man, a sad man



Credits
Writer(s): Damiano Lanzi
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