Selling Out Your Future - The Selecter

Switching on the city lighting

All the homes feel so secure

'cos the west is ever caring

She can keep your home fires burning

Switching to a bedroom lighting

Hiding low you’re insecure

Hand around the candle you say

There’s no more joy to come tomorrow

Caught in the act

You were taking your time

You said nothing would change

Nothing would change so

Nothing would

Selling out your future

Selling out your future

Drew the curtains shut the lights out

Slept alone upon the floor

But you couldn’t stop the draught creeping

Underneath the front door

You ignored the press gang selling

Lottery tickets at the stairs

But you already sold your hat for

A dark green helmet yesterday

Caught in the trap

You had nothing to choose

You saw everything lost

You had nothing to say

Nothing to say, so nothings said

Selling out your future

Selling out your future

Switching on the city lighting

All the homes feel so secure

'cos the west is ever caring

She can keep the camera staring

Switching on your colour vision

Smiling faces lie to you

Faded voices crying 'Fall into line

The 'Fall out', comes tomorrow

Caught in the trap

You were taking your time

They were buying your mind

You had nothing to say

Nothing to say, so nothings said

Selling out your future

Selling out your future