Junk Bond Trader
Elliott Smith"Junk Bond Trader" is a song by Elliott Smith, released in 2000 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:27 long and contains 33 lines and 221 words.
Lyrics
0:03Junk bond trader
0:28The imitation picks you up like a habit
0:32Riding in the glow of the tv static
0:35Taking out the trash to the man
0:39Give the people something they understand
0:43Mistake a nervous flash for a fine-line smile
0:46Junk bond trader trying to sell a sucker a stock
0:50Rich man in a poor mans clothes
0:53The permanent installment of the daily dose
1:10And you tell me, ";fool, you tell it like it is";
1:15Your walls gone wider than your head trip is
1:19Checking into a small reality
1:22Void as a drug you take too regularly
1:26The apple needs to laugh; the broken crutch
1:29The first two folded at the slightest touch
1:33Brought down like an old hotel
1:36People digging through the rubble for things they can resell
1:41";happy holidays,"; said sid the saviour
1:47Believe in love i still favour
1:54I won't take your medicine
1:58I don't need a remedy
2:02To be everything i'm supposed to be
2:08I don't want nobody else
2:12I can do it by myself
2:15Were meant to be together
2:50Now i'm a policeman directing traffic
2:54Keeping everything moving, everything static
2:58I'm the hitchhiker you recognize passing
3:02On your way to some everlasting...
3:06Better sell it while you can
3:13Better sell it while you can
3:20Better sell it while you can
3:27Better sell it while you can
Junk bond trader The imitation picks you up like a habit Riding in the glow of the tv static Taking out the trash to the man Give the people something they understand Mistake a nervous flash for a fine-line smile Junk bond trader trying to sell a sucker a stock Rich man in a poor mans clothes The permanent installment of the daily dose And you tell me, ";fool, you tell it like it is"; Your walls gone wider than your head trip is Checking into a small reality Void as a drug you take too regularly The apple needs to laugh; the broken crutch The first two folded at the slightest touch Brought down like an old hotel People digging through the rubble for things they can resell ";happy holidays,"; said sid the saviour Believe in love i still favour I won't take your medicine I don't need a remedy To be everything i'm supposed to be I don't want nobody else I can do it by myself Were meant to be together Now i'm a policeman directing traffic Keeping everything moving, everything static I'm the hitchhiker you recognize passing On your way to some everlasting... Better sell it while you can Better sell it while you can Better sell it while you can Better sell it while you can
Translation
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