Sell, Sell, Sell - David Gray

I beg to differ

To break the chain

To draw a line right through

Tomorrow

And cancel every claim

I’ve seen reflections

Beneath my skin

And drums beating for battle

In the eyes of children

And turning it over

Right down

Where the eye don’t see no colour

Where the war don’t make a sound

Ice on the shoulder

Noel

Praise the Lord above

And sell sell sell

Oh violent flowers

You fill the screen

Betray your mother

And change your name

So tall and fickle

And blind as snow

Running headfirst for oblivion

Cause you’ve nowhere else to go And turning it over

Right down

Where the eye don’t see no colour

Where the war don’t make a sound

Ice on the shoulder

Noel

Praise the Lord above

And sell sell sell

In chill of winter

In dead of night

Each so familiar with the hunger

That they got no appetite

They talk of loving

I hear her say

That as fast as I can give it He’s taking it away

And turning it over

Right down

Where the eye don’t see no colour

Where the war don’t make a sound

Ice on the shoulder

Noel

Praise the Lord above

And sell sell sell

And turning it over

Right down

Where the eye don’t see no colour

Where the war don’t make a sound

Ice on the shoulder

Noel

Praise the Lord above

And sell sell sell