Mother of a Deal
Come a little closer tell me what you need it's a mother of a deal
Got a pocket full of power, a promise up my sleeve and I know just how you feel
So gimme your hand, let me take you to the river, no one is around
Do you wanna see a trick, I can walk on water, I can show you how
But when I do, you gotta promise that you won't go runnin' for the hills,
So do you wanna know?
When I'm drowning in blood I keep swinging. When I'm down in the mud I keep singing
And I'm starting to feel so much better
This is how you play the game
I am the patron saint of making bad decisions, it's been long enough to know
I got a penchant for the masochistic, prefer the taste of the pessimistic.
And I don't think I'm ever gonna be the kinda man I wanted me to be
But I can scrap with the best of 'em yeah, I can out bleed the rest of 'em
And when I do, I really do I really do I really do
so I think I wanna go home
Yeah I do, yeah I do, I really do I really do
I think I wanna go home
When I'm drowning in blood I keep swinging.
With my hands full of mud, I keep slinging it.
I'm starting to feel so much better
This is how we play the game
Sunken eyes don't radiate
The way they did in Ninety Eight
These tired songs don't resonate
They never did much anyway
still, I feel them in my bones
and I thought that you might like to know that I still function
Sell yourself
Everything is gonna be much better now
Sell yourself
Everything you build could be much bigger now
So ring those bells
Just another pound of flesh might do it
Just sell yourself
Sell! Sell! Sell!
Got a pocket full of power, a promise up my sleeve and I know just how you feel
So gimme your hand, let me take you to the river, no one is around
Do you wanna see a trick, I can walk on water, I can show you how
But when I do, you gotta promise that you won't go runnin' for the hills,
So do you wanna know?
When I'm drowning in blood I keep swinging. When I'm down in the mud I keep singing
And I'm starting to feel so much better
This is how you play the game
I am the patron saint of making bad decisions, it's been long enough to know
I got a penchant for the masochistic, prefer the taste of the pessimistic.
And I don't think I'm ever gonna be the kinda man I wanted me to be
But I can scrap with the best of 'em yeah, I can out bleed the rest of 'em
And when I do, I really do I really do I really do
so I think I wanna go home
Yeah I do, yeah I do, I really do I really do
I think I wanna go home
When I'm drowning in blood I keep swinging.
With my hands full of mud, I keep slinging it.
I'm starting to feel so much better
This is how we play the game
Sunken eyes don't radiate
The way they did in Ninety Eight
These tired songs don't resonate
They never did much anyway
still, I feel them in my bones
and I thought that you might like to know that I still function
Sell yourself
Everything is gonna be much better now
Sell yourself
Everything you build could be much bigger now
So ring those bells
Just another pound of flesh might do it
Just sell yourself
Sell! Sell! Sell!
Credits
Writer(s): Taylor Glen Muse
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