The Salesman
(What´s In A Name)
By Frank Peter Hermsen
Memories
Offered for sale
From beyond the pale
Of mysteries
Leeches
Sucking your soul
Tearing your whole
Life into pieces
Mr. Salesman
I´ll pay anything
To turn years
Into youth
And for a taste
Of paradise
I´m prepared
To deny the truth
What´s in a name
You´ve got just yourself to blame
The more you run away
The more my poisoned thorn will stay
A voice in the middle of the night
"Now you´ve gotta pay the price
For temptation you couldn´t resist
I´m the muse and you are kissed"
"Step right up, have a look"
You will pay for what you took
Step right up and have a look
Some day you´ll pay for what you took
Let the sirenes sing
The thorn turns into a sting
And for the devil's sake
The sting turns into a stake
He is on the road again
Pay the salesman without name