What's a Dad for Dad? Tell me why I'm here Dad? Whisper in my ear That I'm growing up to be a better man, Dad Everything is fine Dad Proud that you are
the skies Selling some piece of mind A man Swimming with sharks in his glass Can't find his way Convinced to the empty space A traveling salesman Fills
So I took my guitar And I threw down some chords And some words I could sing without shame And I soon had a song I played it around For some friends
I know a shoe salesman He's an acquaintance of mine One day he showed me some Marks on his arm in a line I did not know what to say "Do you think those
Every now and then You find someone you really like, But sometimes in the end They may not fit you right My baby's in love with a shoe salesman The man
Two hearts, throwing off sparks Young and in love with our freedom Moonlight, those soft Southern nights We were both ripe to fall Well, I was out on
This is a place that has no soul No will to live no where to go This is a time of much despair In a world where gold rules all The fools are quickly
to hang around the banks of phones in airports, one of my favorite listening posts and eavesdrop on conversations. Now I usually travel on the same schedule as salesmen
on the sands And bloodstained pianos Are played without hands Such a promising music Sweet whispers and dreams From a travelling window, The salesman
salesman, etc. Yes I'm the universal salesman You can find me anywhere; Take a good look inside of yourself You'll find a salesman there. And you're the super salesman
whispered under her breath "You?re just like your father", your ocean is a drop of water Tightly woven wire mesh beneath the broken salesman As he's
a pretty wide base From way down South to way up North I'll shake hands with any friendly face CHORUS Salesman, salesman, Why don't you sell me something? Salesman, salesman
This is the final countdown. The hands on the clock. Become the hands upon your throat. Take a hard look at your time card. Add up all the hours.
Through the screen door your thoughts are quarentined, by the way you smell I can tell that you're fifteen. My name is Denver Max, I eat heart attacks
hundred and ten miles Short lifespan but the whole thing's grand Salesman, salesman (Salesman) Salesman, salesman (Salesman, salesman, salesman) Salesman (Salesman, salesman, salesman, salesman
I can tell you've got tatse You shoudn't have to settle You deserve the best So why not rest in style? What's that you say? You're feeling fine? Well
Loss assuming* Well see how you do Make me an offer No one can refuse Just recognize me! I know that you can And youre looking thru me Come on I act like
