Sold! - Enon

They’re giving praise

Before an itchy trigger

That aims to plug into your energy

By means of crunching up

Some numbered figures

And hope you choose

From the names that get bought in a row

Doesn’t work anymore

It doesn’t make it alright

You’re just a name on the shelf

And the colors amaze

But they don’t cover the lies

Let’s put some change into a broken meter

Let’s make a sickness with the remedy

A hint of mint and then there’s no more flavor

Another bruise on the bulletin nose

It doesn’t hurt anymore

It doesn’t make it alright

You’re just a name on the shelf

And the colors amaze

But they don’t cover the lies

I get sold

It doesn’t hurt anymore

It doesn’t mean it was right

You’re just a name on the shelf

And the colors amaze

But they don’t cover the lies

And you know I get sold;

It doesn’t hurt anymore

It doesn’t mean it was right

You’re just a name on the shelf

And the colors amaze

But they don’t cover the lies

I can’t remember the name, but I’m sold!

It doesn’t hurt anymore

It doesn’t mean it was right

You’re just a name on the shelf

And the colors amaze

But they don’t cover the lies