[Verse 1]

The imitation picks you up like a habit

Writing in the glow of the TV's static

Taking out the trash to the man

Give the people something they'd understand

A stick man flashing a fine-lined smile

Junk bond trader trying to sell a sucker a stock

Rich man in a poor man's clothes

The permanent installment of the daily dose

[Verse 2]

And you tell off when you tell it like it is

Your world's no wider than your hatred of his

Checking into a small reality

Boring as a drug you take too regularly

The athlete's laugh, the broken crutch

The first true love that folded at the slightest touch

Brought down like an old hotel

People digging through the rubble for things they can resell

[Bridge]

Happy holidays, sad sick savior

The leaving lover that I still favor

I won't take your medicine

I don't need a remedy

To be everything I'm supposed to be

I don't want nobody else

I can do it by myself

We're meant to be together

[Verse 3]

Now I'm a policeman directing traffic

Keeping everything moving, everything static

I'm a hitchhiker you'll recognize passing

On your way to some everlasting

[Outro]

Better sell it while you can

Better sell it while you can

Better sell it while you can

Better sell it while you can