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Seller in the Cellar

From the album Telegraph Canyon

Sell to win – there is no sin – grab ‘em by the heart – that’s the start
Grab ‘em by the ears - prey on their fears
Get into their soul - get a hold

You’re fat, you’re ugly, you’re nowhere near sexy
You’re old, you’re dying, you’re sick inside
You’re a loser, you’re bald, you’re lacking something real
and you’re just plain stupid if you turn down this deal

Hear that cha-ching – the register rings – quota was made – we play in the shade
palms are greased – space is leased - the clients sing – sales is the thing

You’re dumb, you’re lacking, your husband doesn’t love you
You’re slow, you’re dated, you’re a sad excuse
You’re worthless, you’re uncool, can’t you recognize what’s real?
We thought you were smarter when we offered this deal

fine print is small – don’t read it all – it says what it must – as if you can’t trust
Would I lie to you? would I tell you untrue?
If I can get in – give it just the right spin
I sell apples to Eve – and make her believe

that she’s a failure, a victim, she needs her eyes opened
Her man’s a pansy, substandard, and lacking in size
She’s wrinkled, small-breasted, bad mother, lover, wife
until she buys the thing to revolutionize her life

You’re a mark, a pigeon, a sucker easy target
You’re insecure, unsure and afraid of the truth
You’re a dummy, firm believer, an always-open wallet
You’d sell your body, your soul, or whatever you call it

©2007 Radio Free Babylon™