Good Deal

Way in the heat of conflict They can't seem to hear at all. It has the smell of sickness; Sway, symbolic action shock. Words carry no weight in their exchange. Stay with me all times baby. Gray days I can make bright blue. Laid upon pillows in bedrooms. Trade the cash and numbers, too. Words carry no weight in their exchange. Hey Hey, Hey Hey, Hey Hey, Way in the heat of conflict They can't seem to hear at all. It has the smell of sickness; Sway, symbolic action shock. Words carry no weight in their exchange. Hey Hey, Hey Hey, Hey Hey, This whole idea has got me hanging on. I'll know when you have gone astray. This whole idea has got me hanging on. I'll know when you have gone astray. Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey.