The only questions that I get from you are "why are we here?" and "where are the roads all lead it to?" There's all kind of places to go from here but why leave now just to get your fair share of the view It's you, you sold your soul and you jumped the queue
Chorus: You're paying money Take off your shirt Close your eyes and tell 'em where it hurts They are the sickness I am the cure, yes I will love you more I will love you more
There's no greater crime than to hide away Turn on the lights and let your admirer see your face The conversation that we had last night was out of sight I asked for your hand but oh you don't know you sold your soul to the radio shows
Chorus: You're paying money Take off your shirt close your eyes and tell 'em where it hurts They are the sickness I am the cure, yes I will love you more I will love you so much more
I don't know what you've been promised You haven't seen much of it yet you'll hang around They'll lead you on Until they throw you right back right back right back
