The Small Print letra

take, take all you need
and I'll compensate your greed
with borken hearts
sell, sell your memories
for 15 pounds per year
but just the good days

say, it'll make you insane
and it's bending the truth
you're to blame
for all the life that you'll lose and
you watch this space
but i'm going all the way
and be your slave to the grave
i'm the priest god never paid

hope, i hope you've seen the light
coz no one really cares
they're just pretending
sell, I'll sell your memories, at 15 pounds per year
but you can keep the bad days

say, it'll make you insane
and i'm bending the truth
you're to blame
for all the life that you'll lose
and you watch this space
and im going all the way

and be your slave to the grave
im the priest god never paid