The Man with No Soul - Wax Tailor, Charlotte Savary

The foundation is the soul

I’m getting tired of this ridiculous business

How can you talk about money when i’m talking about souls

This is not your business

I’d be happy to face

The coming of your disgrace

You never seem to erase

Some sort of bitter taste

In it for the money

But you will have to pay

Or die chocking on cherry

And with it be buried

The man without ear

The man without heart

The man with no spine

The man with no soul

The man without ear

The man without heart

The man with no spine

The man with no soul

You’re the man without friends

Leading a small life

Just trying to hide out

Your lack of any talent

I’ll be happy to face

The coming of your disgrace

The man without ear

The man without heart

The man with no spine

The man with no soul

The man without ear

The man without heart

The man with no spine

The man with no soul

You’ll end up alone

The man without ear

The man without heart

The man with no spine

The man with no soul

The man without ear

The man without heart

The man with no spine

The man with no soul

You’ll end up alone

You’ll end up alone

You’ll end up alone