A Face That Hasn’t Sold Out

I was about a thousand miles from the nearest friendly smile
I had a pocketful of faces, expressions of the latest style
When a messenger from the crowd asked, "how do you do?"
Said I, "Very well, since both of us are new"

Lookin' for a face that hasn't sold out
Lookin' for a soul that hasn't sold out

Then the silent crowd gathered and I noticed they were mute
They declared a messenger as a substitute
Thеy were practicing their glancеs, they looked but they didn't see
I was caught up in a moment of consent to be

Lookin' for a face that hasn't sold out
Lookin' for a soul that hasn't sold out

Explosions in my head took me up through the city
And a white plastic sky was doing tricks, and purty whores felt no pity
And a batman's back again, said I didn't walk
As they pointed to the nervous breakdown fall

Lookin' for a face that hasn't sold out
Lookin' for a soul that hasn't sold out

And the cover girls on the fashion magazines
Came to life, said, "Ah, what does this mean?"
And I bet there was more action in my shirt
As I walked away singing these old self-evident words

Lookin' for a face that hasn't sold out
Lookin' for a soul that hasn't sold out

The bedsprings were missing in a backstreet underground
I need to count money to hang around the heavy part of town
And the undercover agents took the change I had
They left me in the subway to memorize the ads

Had to look for a face that hasn't sold out
Lookin' for a soul that hasn't sold out

At last there was night, then light as came the flood
With seasick crusaders and fistfights on oceans of blood
And they kept fallin' in and they kept on crawlin' out
And that's what our life of death and this song is all about

Lookin' for a face that hasn't sold out
Lookin' for a soul that hasn't sold out
Lookin' for a face that hasn't sold out