LYRIC FOR SALE

By Adrian Mallinson

A POCKET FULL OF DOLLARS BUT NO SPRING IN MY STRIDE
MY MIND’S ABSORBED, MY MIND’S DEGRADED

I WANNA CUT LOOSE AND DO THINGS MY WAY
I’M CRUSHED BY NUMBERS AND I FEEL SO JADED

THE FAÇADE IS GETTING TOUGHER TO MAINTAIN
IT’S AN ACT, IT’S A LIE, I’M JUST PRETENDING

UP AND DOWN LIKE A YO-YO I’M LIVING IN LIMBO
LIVING IN LIMBO, LIVING IN LIMBO

END OF THE DAY AND I LOOSEN MY COLLAR
YANK OFF MY TIE AND ITS DOWN TO THE BAR

I PAY FOR THE DRINKS AS THE SUN GOES DOWN
I FEEL SO LIGHT, I COULD FLY SO FAR

BUT IT STARTS AGAIN WHEN THE MORNING COMES
I PUT MY MASK ON AND HOPE I DON’T SUFFOCATE

UP AND DOWN LIKE A YO-YO I’M LIVING IN LIMBO
LIVING IN LIMBO, LIVING IN LIMBO

ONE OF THESE DAYS I’M GONNA BREAK THE PATTERN
FIND MY RHYTHM AND GO MY WAY

I KNOW I CAN MAKE IT, I JUST NEED TO BELIEVE
BELIEVE IN ME AND A BETTER DAY

I KNOW I CAN STOP THE NUMBERS CRUNCHING
CHANGE THE SCRIPT AND BREATHE AGAIN

UP AND DOWN LIKE A YO-YO I’M LIVING IN LIMBO
LIVING IN LIMBO, LIVING IN LIMBO