The Auctioneer
On the sly, I’ve been selling my blood
You ask why I’m weak
What more can I say?
Knew before times would be tough again
We’re bound by these rings
Do you know what I mean?
I don’t know
Gripped so tight
Let it slip
Auctioning off our home to the auctioneer
Cover’s blown
They’re collecting the loan
The bank’s on the phone raising voices with me
They can wall us out brick by brick
They can black out the windows but we’ll always see in
I don’t know