Sold Down The River - Breathless

Whoever promised rain, I say

They must have felt some shread of doubt

Who (and why) could claim forever

And then so quietly just bow out?

I dare say it happens

Let’s say they’re here to test your strength

Most of which is already spent

I never pray now for myself

But can I pray for someone else

I dare say it happens

I’d like to say don’t believe a word

I had no idea that a victim sleeps

Behind the painted smile of the newspaper headlines

Don’t think that we have ever been so underhand

As to take it in

It would be serious if ever a wound set in

Well I’m sure, with your well healed scars

You’ll never let that pretty face get dirty again

They’re selling lies, as I see

To fatten up the proceeds

They’re selling lies, they’re wicked lies

The point devoured by open mouths

With one wrong track as the only way to go