John Reuben Album: The Boy vs. The Cynic Track: Sales Pitch
Sales Pitch Lyrics
Everyone's got a hidden agenda Watch them push it on you Everyone's got a hidden agenda Don't pretend not to It's a battle for your mind And a battle for your pocketbook They'll play on your emotions 'til your heart is hooked Reel them in Tell me what's your intent No Mr. Salesman you don't have my confidence See I'm not sure that I can trust your heart So don't feed me your lies disguised as sheep guard
Everyone's got an agenda Can you tell me what for? Everyone's got an agenda Can you tell me what's yours?
From the liberal media to the conservative core From politics to the dude trying to play it cool on the dance floor It's human nature It runs deep and reeks of secrets No madder how hard you try No man can keep it For a time maybe but one day you're gonna have to face it And when that time comes you won't be able to fake it
Left yourself, lying in the dark waiting to be exposed Catch yourself hiding from your heart And what God only knows Smile, put on your game face Your death bed awaits and sure there's grace But it's gonna sting a bit Try and sell it to God and see if he buys your sales pitch
Watch them tell you they're more than their worth Watch them take advantage of the church But then again stepping stones were meant to be walked on They'll even come back once the floorboards are gone And they're sitting in the basement pondering Energy wasted trying to figure out how to make it Take it to the innocent and manipulate it Job well done religion, look what you've created
Easily slipping, easily fading away Easily forgetting why it was that I was made Easily saying all the right things I need to say In order to make it easier for myself to get paid Don't like it like this These moments of trite bliss This propaganda is lifeless Move at the speed of which Light is fast forwarded through time as I write this Now I might have not been the wisest But I put my soul into each line If money ain't the motive, it's priceless I followed a trend called timeless
Left yourself, lying in the dark waiting to be exposed Catch yourself hiding from your heart And what God only knows Smile, put on your game face Your death bed awaits, and sure there's grace But it's gonna sting a bit Try and sell it to God and see if he buys your sales pitch
These folks don't walk it But they go about and they talk it Nowadays they'll turn anything into profit Merchandise, name your price, try and turn a profit Even the sacred's been turned dishonest
Left yourself, lying in the dark waiting to be exposed Catch yourself hiding from your heart And what God only knows Smile, put on your game face Your death bed awaits, and sure there's grace But it's gonna sting a bit Try and sell it to God and see if he buys your sales pitch
