Do the laughs die when   One such as I run   And allow myself   Time for own true needs   When convincing me   That you're on my team   May not lie to me   But not mentioning      So sit back and have   An hysterical   Laugh at tiny holes   Buy and trade men's souls      X-ray mind reads plenty   Worth no more than pennies      You, they, it or what   Have been fair, I thought   May you never free   You from you or me   See the more I think   I'm afraid to blink   I don't move an inch   Slowly draining me      Hire a spy and bug me   Pimp your friends for money   Rich and growing sicker   Sell the dead ones quicker