For $ale

For $ale
Lyrics written by Robert M. Duvall

Well you make a wish on your birthday,
For things that just don’t amount.
The candles burn so brightly,
But one by one they go out.

Your tongue so wicked, it’s borrowed
By all the sheep that come out.
While all the wolves are waiting,
To steal the power through out.

For sale, you life means nothing
In time, your light burns out

Just drop your wish in a bottle,
And wait for the day to come around.
Or put your faith in the good book,
And rape the fortunes you find.

You preach on all that’s holy,
Turn all the water into wine.
Through all the smoke and the mirrors,
Can’t hide the greed in your eyes.

For sale, your soul means nothing.
In time, your light burns out
For sale, your life means nothing.
In time, your light burns out