Snake Oil Salesman - Prawn

Who knows what’s best

For this ancient, anxious head

I keep slipping into reverse

I keep digging into dead ends

I keep reading my own thesis

But I wanna be around

I just wanna be around

So you pick the best years

And I’ll try to show up to them

I’m not one to know when to speak out or steer clear

But snake oil salesman, I know what you’ve been selling

I’m angry with myself because I let myself get sewn up in your stitch

It’s a poor seam hemmed from

A heavy hand

A heavy hand that I got used to

It’s a site I’ve seen before

A pure form

Straight line

That’s bent to fit, bent to fit

Well hijacked for cash

There’s no doubt about that

I know enough to know

You’re no good at heart

There’s no doubt in my mind

That I could never do that

Would never do that with you

So snake oil salesman

I’m not buying a thing

I just wish you would leave us…

It’s a cruel joke from a cruel hand you played

But I wanna be around

We’re all gonna stick around

Enough to see you out