A Face That Hasn't Sold Out

I was about a thousand miles
from the nearest friendly smile
I had a pocketful of faces
expressions of the latest style
when a messenger from the crowd
asked, "How do you do?"
said I, "Very well
and how about you?"

I'm looking for a face that hasn't sold
looking for a soul that hasn't sold out

explosions in my head
took me up thru the city
where the white plastic sky was doing tricks
and the whores felt no pity
you need a lot of magic
to hang around the heavy part of town
the people took what little I had
and left me in the underground

looking for a face that hasn't sold
looking for a soul that hasn't sold out

at last there was light in the night
as came the flood
and everywhere I looked
the ground was covered with mud
I kept falling in
and I kept on crawling out
and that's what our life
our love and this song is all about

looking for a face that hasn't sold
looking for a soul that hasn't sold out



Credits
Writer(s): Tucker Zimmerman
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