For Sale Songtext
von Slumbercloud

Forced to live in metal boxes
Like cows sent to slaughter
No place to rest your head at night
No home for all our sons and daughters
Marching endlessly to the beat of the drum
They bury their heads while we have the fun
And we′re the ones who read the news
This place this life it's what we choose
What we choose

Don′t look
Don't look
It's coming
It′s coming

Don′t look
Don't look
Don′t look
It's coming
It′s coming


Don't look
Don′t look
Don't look
It's coming
It′s ′round the bend

Don't look
Don′t look
Don't look
It′s coming
It's ′round the bend

Don't look
Don't look
Don′t look
It′s coming
It's coming

Don′t look
Don't look
Don′t look
It's coming
It′s coming


Don't look
Don't look
Your children
Are asking for
Loose change

Don′t look
Don′t look
Your children
Are asking for
Loose change

It's not your problem now
It′s not your problem now
Put your children up for sale

It's not your problem now
It′s not your problem now
Put your children up for sale

It's not your problem now
It′s not your problem now
Put your children up for sale

It's not your problem now
It's not your problem
Put your children up for sale