Elliott Smith - Junk Bond Trader Lyrics
The imitation picks you up like a habitRiding in the glow of the tv staticTaking out the trash to the manGive the people something they understandMistake a nervous flash for a fine-line smileJunk bond trader trying to sell a sucker a stockRich man in a poor mans clothesThe permanent installment of the daily doseAnd you tell me, fool, you tell it like it isYour walls gone wider than your head trip isChecking into a small realityVoid as a drug you take too regularlyThe apple needs to laugh; the broken crutchThe first two folded at the slightest touchBrought down like an old hotelPeople digging through the rubble for things they can resellHappy holidays, said sid the saviourBelieve in love I still favourI wont take your medicineI dont need a remedyTo be everything Im supposed to beI dont want nobody elseI can do it by myselfWere meant to be togetherNow Im a policeman directing trafficKeeping everything moving, everything staticIm the hitchhiker you recognize passingOn your way to some everlasting...Better sell it while you canBetter sell it while you canBetter sell it while you canBetter sell it while you can
