Tom Flannery - Auctioneer текст песни

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