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Bankrupt On Selling (Live)
Lyrics
Well all the apostles, they're sitting in swings
Saying, "I'd sell off my savior for a set of new rings
And some sandles with the style of straps that cling best to the era"

And all of the businessers in their unlimited hell
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Features Of This Song
punk roots
basic rock song structures
great lyrics
mild rhythmic syncopation
a political satire lyric
a twelve-eight time signature
repetitive melodic phrasing
extensive vamping
mixed acoustic and electric instrumentation
major key tonality
twangy guitars
a gravelly male vocalist
acoustic rhythm guitars
triple note feel

These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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Seen through [Incomprehensible]
I come clean out of love with my lover
Well it took a long time, I came clean with myself
All the people you knew were the actors
Songwriters: Isaac Brock, Dann Michael Gallucci, Jeremiah Green, Eric Judy
Well all the apostles, they're sitting in swings
Where they buy and they sell and they sell all their
And all of the businessers in their unlimited hell
You'll remember that guys said all those big words
And I've seen through'em all, seen through'em all
Saying, "I'd sell off my savior for a set of new rings
He must've learned in college
Trash to each other but they're sick of it all
Well, all of the angels
And they're bankrupt on selling
The people they loved their old friends
And some sandles with the style of straps that cling best to the era"
Well, I'll go to college and all learn some big words
Loved her more when she used to be sober and I was kinder
Publishers: SONY/ATV HARMONY, TSCHUDI MUSIC, UGLY CASANOVA MUSIC
All the people you knew were the actors
I still love her
And anything gold they remember
They'd sell off your soul for a pair of new wings
And I'll talk real loud goddamn right I'll be heard