Pollyanna - Firesale Lyrics

From the Album: Didn't Feel A Thing

Hold a sale and start from scratch
Poke through the cinders
Your held hand it struck right back
Smoke stain on fingers

Around your neck you wore the tag
Of young, loved and helpless
Summoned up the strength for
someone else stray

Your firesale comes once a year
All tagged for barter
The same things are stacked four tiered
In order of impotance

Debt collector on your back
Or how talk says you pay them
Summoned up the strength
You'd send yourself astray

You've left a garden full of hate
Just like you said you wouldn't
Arms buckle burdned from the weight
Of when, why, should and could'ves

Your people called a stop to late
A red mark tore right through us
Perspective charges out the gate
I'll put the cord this next bus

Her needle arms with hair molasses
The ice queen stares through black
rimmed glasses


[Thanks to saintseiya1970 for adding these lyrics]