LYRIC FOR SALE

By CJ Howard

Chorus

Are you cultured, or are you a sad soul.
Please tell me, I’m wondering so.
What’s with you, is it misery or is it ego.
Why don’t you just go, why don’t you just go.
We’re all so out of sight, but you’re so with it.
You’re all for show, an awful awful show.

Verse 1

I really don’t get you, you’re such a facade.
You find anyone not like you, so very odd.
You’re reality and mentality are so very cracked.
You don’t feel loved, you don’t feel any of that.
You must belittle anyone, to feel what you get.
Oh tell me my superior, how I’m inferior.

Chorus

Are you cultured, or are you a sad soul.
Please tell me, I’m wondering so.
What’s with you, is it misery or is it ego.
Why don’t you just go, why don’t you just go.
We’re all so out of sight, but you’re so with it.
You’re all for show, an awful awful show.

Closing Verse

I could see your delusions, I can jump to your conclusions.
Your belief of being superior, are pure illusions.
If you were so good, so very very good.
You wouldn’t need to preach it.
You wouldn’t need to broadcast it.
People would be awe of it, so you just aren’t it.