Dirty Den Watts
Patron
This may be a bit of a point less thread, and not sure if is in the right section. But I was listening to my favourite song from the 80's the other night for the first time in ages, and couldn't help think how word for word it could easily have been written by an ex- scientologist, in retaliation to the church. Here are the lyrics and I have also left the link to the song on You Tube, where I lifted the lyrics from in the video descriotion. The song is called Sold Me Out... would love your opinions
(By the way, if I was a member in sea or, or some thing, would I be allowed to listen to this stuff?)
I always knew that they'd get me somehow sooner or later,
But with a bullet in the head, a knife in the back,
And not a pocket calculator
Sorry mister, you're all wiped up,
You're all washed up,
Sold you out
Got no dream, got no ambition,
Can't decide, 'cause there's no decision,
Got no claim to any position,
Can't compete with the competition
You're always complaining,
It's so depressing,
But if you're old enough,
Start to confess it
You say, you sold me out,
To get a better deal for yourself,
You sold me out,
And now we want some of your precious wealth,
Because you sold me out
Sold me out,
Sold me out,
Sold me out
You sold me out,
To get a better deal for yourself.
You sold me out,
And now it's every man for himself
Work all your life, put the money in the bank,
Sign on the dotted line
Try to draw it out, the joke's on you,
Put up the empty sign
Sorry mister, we're all sold out
Sold me out,
Sold me out,
Sold me out,
Sold me out
You, I'm talkin' to you
You sold me out,
To get a better deal for yourself
You sold me out,
And now we want some of your precious wealth
And sell you out,
Like you sold me out
Are you in so deep, that you can't get out?
Got no dreams, got no ambition,
Can't decide, 'cause there's no decision,
Got no claim to any position,
Can't compete with the competition.
Sold me out,
Sold me out,
Sold me out,
Sold me out
(By the way, if I was a member in sea or, or some thing, would I be allowed to listen to this stuff?)
I always knew that they'd get me somehow sooner or later,
But with a bullet in the head, a knife in the back,
And not a pocket calculator
Sorry mister, you're all wiped up,
You're all washed up,
Sold you out
Got no dream, got no ambition,
Can't decide, 'cause there's no decision,
Got no claim to any position,
Can't compete with the competition
You're always complaining,
It's so depressing,
But if you're old enough,
Start to confess it
You say, you sold me out,
To get a better deal for yourself,
You sold me out,
And now we want some of your precious wealth,
Because you sold me out
Sold me out,
Sold me out,
Sold me out
You sold me out,
To get a better deal for yourself.
You sold me out,
And now it's every man for himself
Work all your life, put the money in the bank,
Sign on the dotted line
Try to draw it out, the joke's on you,
Put up the empty sign
Sorry mister, we're all sold out
Sold me out,
Sold me out,
Sold me out,
Sold me out
You, I'm talkin' to you
You sold me out,
To get a better deal for yourself
You sold me out,
And now we want some of your precious wealth
And sell you out,
Like you sold me out
Are you in so deep, that you can't get out?
Got no dreams, got no ambition,
Can't decide, 'cause there's no decision,
Got no claim to any position,
Can't compete with the competition.
Sold me out,
Sold me out,
Sold me out,
Sold me out