LYRIC FOR SALE

By Kirsty Holland

Verse 1:
Don’t treat me like scrap, you’ll regret that soon,
Don’t treat me like dirt, or you’ll sing your last tune.
I’ll make sure you won’t see another moon.

Verse 2:
You won’t make it back, I’ll see to that for sure,
You won’t make it back, I’ll see to that for sure,
No doors to walk through, no life to restore.

Verse 3:
I’ll wipe the slate clean, your soul’s a debt to me,
I’ll wipe the slate clean, your soul’s a debt to me,
Warned you once, warned you twice, warned you up to three.

Verse 4:
You made a fool of me, but I’ll show you how,
You made a fool of me, but I’ll show you how,
Now I’m standing tall, and you’re bowing down.

Chorus:
It’s time for me to go, go, go, I’m gone,
It’s time for me to go, go, go, I’m gone,
When the cops arrive, I’ll be moving on.

Bridge:
You never heard the stories ‘bout little ol’ me,
Should’ve paid attention, now you’ll see.
There’s no turning back, I’ve made up my mind,
Leaving this town, leaving nothing behind.

Chorus (repeat):
It’s time for me to go, go, go, I’m gone,
It’s time for me to go, go, go, I’m gone,
When the cops arrive, I’ll be moving on.

Outro:
Don’t treat me like dirt, don’t treat me like scrap,
This ain’t no warning, there’s no going back.
I’ll vanish in the night, like a shadow unseen,
Leaving behind the darkest of scenes.