Change - Churchill

To make you want me I can fabricate the truth

I’ll give you easy it’ll keep me destitute

You hang me up on the line, hang me out to dry

And you got nothing to lose

You’ve got the story all made up inside your head

You write me out of it and use your words instead

You hold me just out of reach, but you keep me pounding the beat

To take all the soul you can get

You want me to change, change, change

You want me to change

You want me to change, change, change

You want me to change

You take no chances and you give no other choice

You fill your pockets and you empty out my voice

You use the shallow and old, trade the heart for the gold

You sell the song for the noise