Don't Sell It Lyrics
| Song | Don't Sell It |
| Artist | The Cruel Sea |
| Album | This Is Not The Way Home |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Perkins, Rumour | |
| In the lonely streets of every town | |
| In the home of Mr. Jones | |
| The men all sell their souls to love | |
| But their women sleep alone | |
| The women sell their love | |
| For cheap. for security | |
| They take a lot of shit just to get their bit | |
| But nothing comes for free | |
| Oh, don't sell your love | |
| Oh, don't sell your love too cheap | |
| In the flea bit ridden crossroads | |
| Of the fallin' livin' streets | |
| Old men stare and women wear | |
| Clothes that make them weep | |
| At the burnin' and of a satellite town | |
| Where windows smash or shine | |
| Lovers bleed take what they need | |
| From the deaf dumb and the blind | |
| Oh, don't sell your love | |
| Oh, don't sell your love too cheap | |
| Sometimes I get my feet stuck so hard in the ground | |
| It's like diggin' a hole, just standin' around | |
| Every single ****in' day that goes by, I miss too of | |
| My friends outside are gettin' fewer and fewer | |
| And I feel like I'm sittin' on a human sewer | |
| Mother ****en nature like I never ever knew her | |
| Make the same mistakes over and over again | |
| And I stop to explode all over my friends | |
| I'm so scared now, I don't know who I am | |
| I guess I'm a man, yeah, I'm only human | |
| I've got no ****en' strength of body and mind | |
| 'Cause the days go on just like I'm doin' time | |
| There's a soul suckin' strap at the top of my spine | |
| I gotta get straight walk a straight line | |
| Everywhere you look today there are people livin' lies | |
| If they can't get the truth they want | |
| They're quick to compromise | |
| Suck a little bit here, suck a little bit there | |
| Till they think they're satisfied | |
| But their hunger for the real thing | |
| Keeps them crawlin' back inside | |
| Oh, don't sell your love | |
| Oh, don't sell your love too cheap |
| zuo qu : Perkins, Rumour | |
| In the lonely streets of every town | |
| In the home of Mr. Jones | |
| The men all sell their souls to love | |
| But their women sleep alone | |
| The women sell their love | |
| For cheap. for security | |
| They take a lot of shit just to get their bit | |
| But nothing comes for free | |
| Oh, don' t sell your love | |
| Oh, don' t sell your love too cheap | |
| In the flea bit ridden crossroads | |
| Of the fallin' livin' streets | |
| Old men stare and women wear | |
| Clothes that make them weep | |
| At the burnin' and of a satellite town | |
| Where windows smash or shine | |
| Lovers bleed take what they need | |
| From the deaf dumb and the blind | |
| Oh, don' t sell your love | |
| Oh, don' t sell your love too cheap | |
| Sometimes I get my feet stuck so hard in the ground | |
| It' s like diggin' a hole, just standin' around | |
| Every single in' day that goes by, I miss too of | |
| My friends outside are gettin' fewer and fewer | |
| And I feel like I' m sittin' on a human sewer | |
| Mother en nature like I never ever knew her | |
| Make the same mistakes over and over again | |
| And I stop to explode all over my friends | |
| I' m so scared now, I don' t know who I am | |
| I guess I' m a man, yeah, I' m only human | |
| I' ve got no en' strength of body and mind | |
| ' Cause the days go on just like I' m doin' time | |
| There' s a soul suckin' strap at the top of my spine | |
| I gotta get straight walk a straight line | |
| Everywhere you look today there are people livin' lies | |
| If they can' t get the truth they want | |
| They' re quick to compromise | |
| Suck a little bit here, suck a little bit there | |
| Till they think they' re satisfied | |
| But their hunger for the real thing | |
| Keeps them crawlin' back inside | |
| Oh, don' t sell your love | |
| Oh, don' t sell your love too cheap |
| zuò qǔ : Perkins, Rumour | |
| In the lonely streets of every town | |
| In the home of Mr. Jones | |
| The men all sell their souls to love | |
| But their women sleep alone | |
| The women sell their love | |
| For cheap. for security | |
| They take a lot of shit just to get their bit | |
| But nothing comes for free | |
| Oh, don' t sell your love | |
| Oh, don' t sell your love too cheap | |
| In the flea bit ridden crossroads | |
| Of the fallin' livin' streets | |
| Old men stare and women wear | |
| Clothes that make them weep | |
| At the burnin' and of a satellite town | |
| Where windows smash or shine | |
| Lovers bleed take what they need | |
| From the deaf dumb and the blind | |
| Oh, don' t sell your love | |
| Oh, don' t sell your love too cheap | |
| Sometimes I get my feet stuck so hard in the ground | |
| It' s like diggin' a hole, just standin' around | |
| Every single in' day that goes by, I miss too of | |
| My friends outside are gettin' fewer and fewer | |
| And I feel like I' m sittin' on a human sewer | |
| Mother en nature like I never ever knew her | |
| Make the same mistakes over and over again | |
| And I stop to explode all over my friends | |
| I' m so scared now, I don' t know who I am | |
| I guess I' m a man, yeah, I' m only human | |
| I' ve got no en' strength of body and mind | |
| ' Cause the days go on just like I' m doin' time | |
| There' s a soul suckin' strap at the top of my spine | |
| I gotta get straight walk a straight line | |
| Everywhere you look today there are people livin' lies | |
| If they can' t get the truth they want | |
| They' re quick to compromise | |
| Suck a little bit here, suck a little bit there | |
| Till they think they' re satisfied | |
| But their hunger for the real thing | |
| Keeps them crawlin' back inside | |
| Oh, don' t sell your love | |
| Oh, don' t sell your love too cheap |
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