Bob Dylan is for sale
The whole world is for sale
But we don't have any money
So we'll just go to hell
Bob Dylan is for sale
And everyone you know
Will try to sell you something
We live the Truman Show
Come with your broken wings
I'll let you fly with me
Trying to navigate
Over the surface of a shallow sea
One day I feel so lost
Next [?] your ecstasy
Until I count the cost
Cause nothing ever comes for free
Hypocrites
Line them up
Fire up
Take your shot
I don't care
Anymore
What they say
Have it your way
Hypocrites
Line them up
Fire up
Take your shot
I don't care
Anymore
What they say
Bob Dylan is for sale
The whole world is for sale
But we don't have any money
So we'll just go to hell
Bob Dylan is for sale
And everyone you know
Will try to sell you something
We live the Truman Show
Come with your broken strings
I'll let you play with me
Inside the lonely hearts
We all cover from a tragedy
Give me your secret tips
Tell me how I should be
Please let me in on it
Don't wanna feel alone with all my greed
Hypocrites
Line them up
Fire up
Take you're shot
I don't care
Anymore
What they say
Have it your way
Hypocrites
Line them up
Fire up
Take your shot
I don't care
Anymore
What they say
Hypocrites
Hypocrites
Bob Dylan is for sale
The whole world is for sale
But we don't have any money
So we'll just go to hell
Bob Dylan is for sale
And everyone you know
Will try to sell you something
We live the Truman Show
Bob Dylan is for sale
The whole world is for sale
But you don't wanna hear it
So you won't give me hell
Bob Dylan is for sale
And baby, don't you know?
I'll try to sell you something
This is the Truman Show
