Whore

[Verse 1]
Taking dimly lit pictures
Of bottles of soy sauce all day
He dimly remembers
That there was a time before he lost his way
There aren't a lot of choices
When you have so many bills to pay
But now the little voices
That used to bring him great ideas just say

[Chorus]
"Whore, whore
Well, look what you sold your life for
Three times the money, yes
But you still manage to feel poor
Whore, whore
Look what you sold your life for
For everything that it cost you
You would think they'd have paid you more"

[Verse 2]
The sad fact of the matter is that
You can't sell your soul for very much these days
That market's flooded
With idiots who were giving it away
Well you can always get something, yes
But the money is never enough to pay
For all the trouble that you have sleeping
Over the sound of your own conscience saying

[Chorus]
"Whore, whore
Well, look what you sold your life for
Three times the money, yes
But you still manage to feel poor
Whore, whore
Look what you sold your life for
For everything that it cost you
You would they'd have paid you more"

[Verse 3]
They never tell you as a child
That there are so few spots
For marine biologists
Rock stars, firemen, and astronauts
Life is full of choices, yes
But the choice that is most often made
Is to try and fail
Or fail to try, but still get paid

[Bridge]
To sit there counting down the hours
'Till you're counting down the days
'Till you're counting down the years
'Till you retire
And when you get that golden watch
You wish its hands could turn back time
You'd go back and set this
Godforsaken meat grinder on fire

[Chorus]
They made you a whore
And look what they bought your life for
Three times the money, yes
But you still manage to feel poor
Whore, whore
Look what you sold your life for
For everything that it cost you
You would think they'd have paid you more