The Small Print

Take, take all you need,

And I'll compensate your greed

With broken hearts

Sell, I'll sell your memories

For 15 pounds per year

But just the good days



Say, it'll make you insane

And it's bending the truth

You're to blame

For all the life that you'll lose and

You watch this space

But I'm going all the way

And be my slave to the grave

I'm the priest God never paid



Hope, I hope you've seen the lie

Cause' no one really cares

They're just pretending

Sell, I'll sell your memories

For 15 pounds per year

But you can keep the bad days



Say, it'll make you insane

And I'm bending the truth

You're to blame

For all the life that you'll lose and

You watch this space

And I'm going all the way

And be my slave to the grave

I'm the priest God never paid



Say, it'll make you insane

And I'm bending the truth

You're too blame

For all the life that you'll lose and

You watch this space

And I'm going all the way

And be my slave to the grave

I'm the priest God never paid