LYRIC
J. Spinks
Yellowman – dealing in a back street
Sinnerman – he's telling you it's never enough
Nobody there – inside the mind he wasted
Too many people and they don't belong
Suffocating on the air they breathe
Selling their souls for the magic seed
Pretty girl – standing in a doorway
At a price – offering a bed for the night
Nobody cares – a sign of the life she's wasted
So afraid – nowhere else to go now
Far far away – there's a place
That you once called home – but
Yellowman – you can't buy me
Sinnerman – pretty girl
Selling their souls for the magic seed
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