The Dear Hunter - Economics lyrics

Your words they tell like teeth through the rotten show You say the moneys on the table The moneys on the table Well I don't think I'll be able to fetch the cash this time No this time I think I'll walk away Then I just might to be able I might be able Think I might be able to respect myself this time Because its part of me its economics I do it well enough to get by I don't even have to try Its not my whole life you are buying with every copper coin No my friend I'm not for sale anymore No this time I think I'll walk away Then I just might to be able I might be able Think I might be able to respect myself this time Because its part of me its economics I do it well enough to get by I don't even have to try Its not my whole life you are buying with every copper coin No my friend I'm not for sale anymore