Bang the gavel bang the drum   words come rolling off the tongue   memories fade when they disappear   look at me    I'll be your auctioneer      Sell the pictures on your shelf   into the frames fit someone else   sell the carpets sell the chandeliers   leave things to me   I'll be your auctioneer      voices echo down empty halls   then they'll suffer through withdrawals   knowing that they're not welcome here   that much is clear   while I'm your auctioneer      State your preference state your price   then leave us to our own device   walls around us to make things disappear   we'll start over   I'll be your auctioneer      voices echo down empty halls   then they'll suffer through withdrawals   knowing that they're not welcome here   that much is clear   while I'm your auctioneer      Bang the gavel bang the drum   words come rolling off the tongue   memories fade when they disappear   look at me    I'll be your auctioneer