Snake Oil Salesman Lyrics
Who knows what's best
For this ancient, anxious head
I keep slipping into reverse
I keep digging into dead ends
I keep reading my own thesis
But I want to be around
I just want to be around
So you pick the best years
And I'll try to show up to them
I'm not one to know when to speak out or steer clear
But snake oil salesman I know (I know) what you've been selling
I'm angry with myself because I let myself get sewn up in your stitch
It's a poor seam hemmed from
A heavy hand
A heavy hand that I got used to
It's a site I've seen before
A pure form
Straight light
That's bent to fit, bend to fit
Well hijacked for cash
There's no doubt about that
I know enough to know
You're no good at heart
There's no doubt in my mind
That I could never do that
Would never do that with you
So snake oil salesman
I'm not buying a thing
I just wish you would leave us alone
It's a cruel joke from a cruel hand you played
But I want to be around
We're all going to stick around
Enough to see you out