1997 Follow

You sold your soul to stay afloat
They raised the stakes to watch you fold
Locked the doors and tapped the phones
And you just fled to Mexico
No one's gonna fix all your mistakes
When dancing with the devil you had better keep your hands above the waist

Everything you touch will turn to sand
When you see the world as nothing more than money in your hand
You never get the chance to understand just what it's like to sleep
Without these voices in your head, a silent chorus of the dead you left behind

The taste of treason on her tongue
Settled in the D.C. slum
Built a house here watching time
That they colorized in song

She wiped the lipstick smudges from her face
When sleeping with the state you will eventually just learn to love the taste

Everything you touch will turn to sand
When you see the world as nothing more than money in your hand
You never get the chance to understand just what it's like to sleep
Without these voices in your head, a silent chorus of the dead you left behind

A new hope for the poor host
Just a penny to the rich
There's a rally down on Wall Street
As the fire burns in Kensington

Just carve another notch into your gun
Set the spark and take your mark, finally got him on the run

Everything you touch will turn to sand
When you see the world as nothing more than money in your hand
You never get the chance to understand just what it's like to sleep
Without these voices in your head, a silent chorus of the dead you left behind
You left behind