it's your bleeding heart   and selling so well   an hour too late   too much time to kill   and forcing your tears   and milking the pain   and raking it in, the sin   and i already know there's one chance around   and the record shows you wanna make the grade   and the word is out you sold your soul today   and i already know   stick out your chest, the masses await   a white collar side show   the auction begins   they'll tickle your ear   and give you the grin   and it's such a shame, who's to blame   and i already know there's one chance around   and the record shows you wanna make the grade   and the word is out you sold your soul today   and it's over...   if you and i could find a way to make it right i'd go   but here we stand with troubles minds and empty ands   let it pass, let it pass