he made a call to the president
subtle and sweet, but the animals cry
for all your phones and freeways
loaded homes insured and safe

ive got nothing to sell to you
if a man is what you need
ive got nothing to sell to you
i am still that little boy

and heres the thought as you hold underwater
the minute real life apparently cant sit still
and youre so scared that its not what you wanted
the pattern pulls another low

they say the fires out, washed up by the stream

ive got nothing to sell to you
if a man is what you need
ive got nothing to sell to you
i am still that little boy

let the power run out
let the houses burn

ive got nothing to sell to you
if a man is what you need
ive got nothing to sell to you
i am still that little boy

juh.bloom