Hard Sell from Hard Sell by The Parlour Brothers

HARD SELL
(S. Puchalski/A. White/I. McKeown/J.Bowskill/G. Maguire)

Take away the walls for vines
Take away the laws and leave the crime
I couldn’t make the gold rush last
If I could take away the past
I’d take away that lonesome, blowing whistle

If there’s a killing floor, then take dead aim
Once on the killing floor you’re never the same
Now there’s blood in the stream
Still, you got to drink from the well
And I’m a pusher’s dream
But you’re a real hard sell

I got a mind to lose control
Though it wasn’t you who cut me to the bone
I was just afraid to lose all I had
The things I said, I can’t take them back
Since the glitter turned to rage from the weight of fool’s gold

I’ve made that killing floor less than some
I guess I played it fair, or just acted dumb
But every time that I breathe
Lord, it hurts like hell
Unless I’m standing on stage I’m a real hard sell

Without a little love, you pay too much
Without a little love, you’re just a salesman’s cut
I’d see the forest for trees
And fall under the spell
I’d pay all your fees
But you’re a real hard sell

• Folk
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