Tragedy Sells
I'm just an old-time
Sentimental punk rock boy
I got kicked around a few times
By the girl next door
I'm not looking for trouble
But it knows me well
Oh well
Tragedy sells
Oh well
Tragedy sells
She was a street born hero
With a demon inside
You could see the gates of heaven
Through her fiery eyes
But the judgement was delivered
From whose lips will tell
Oh well
Tragedy sells
Oh well
Tragedy sells
Ooh
After the dust has settled
On the battle ground
The silence of the morning
Was a piercing sound
And it speaks a somber story
Words can never tell
Oh well
Tragedy sells
Oh well
Tragedy sells
We march to the song
That carries us on
The song of the morning sun
We pass it along
With a wink and a nod
I won't let you go
Into the storm alone
Tragedy come to me
Show me who I am
Let the stars and heavens see
I will rise to stand
Come and find me
Try to take me to the ground
Try to give me
All you can
It's a short trip
From the shadows of the earth
I will meet you
Sword in hand
Now with our robes unraveled
And our pages torn
It's a cautionary tale
Forever being born
But it's priceless entertainment
How you ring my bell
Oh well
Tragedy sells
Oh well
Tragedy sells
Ah ooh
Ooh
Sentimental punk rock boy
I got kicked around a few times
By the girl next door
I'm not looking for trouble
But it knows me well
Oh well
Tragedy sells
Oh well
Tragedy sells
She was a street born hero
With a demon inside
You could see the gates of heaven
Through her fiery eyes
But the judgement was delivered
From whose lips will tell
Oh well
Tragedy sells
Oh well
Tragedy sells
Ooh
After the dust has settled
On the battle ground
The silence of the morning
Was a piercing sound
And it speaks a somber story
Words can never tell
Oh well
Tragedy sells
Oh well
Tragedy sells
We march to the song
That carries us on
The song of the morning sun
We pass it along
With a wink and a nod
I won't let you go
Into the storm alone
Tragedy come to me
Show me who I am
Let the stars and heavens see
I will rise to stand
Come and find me
Try to take me to the ground
Try to give me
All you can
It's a short trip
From the shadows of the earth
I will meet you
Sword in hand
Now with our robes unraveled
And our pages torn
It's a cautionary tale
Forever being born
But it's priceless entertainment
How you ring my bell
Oh well
Tragedy sells
Oh well
Tragedy sells
Ah ooh
Ooh
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Thwaits
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