Testo Classifieds

My life reads like the classifieds

Pages of what's for sale, what's on the auction block

Attention bidders, it's lot 45

he's got a decent voice, he's got that crooked smile
Hold on, you haven't heard the best yet:

He writes good storylines, he's got those honest eyes

So take him up for just $9.95

he'll sing the songs you like

he'll keep you warm at night



Back down, cash out

that's the city for ya
Break down and back out and get what's comin' to ya

When you said you were fallin' apart

I thought you meant that you were fallin' apart



I'm not the type to forget about nights like this

when every single move that I make

is documented and scored for style points

The once ambitious one now holds a smoking gun

And if I die in my sleep are you still willing

to be everything you promised you would be?



Back down, cash out

that's the city for ya

Break down and back out and get what's comin' to ya

When you said you were fallin' apart

I thought you meant that you were fallin' apart



Will you be the first one to tell

the neighborhood paper then all my family and friends that still care?

Did you buy what I sold

and did you feel what I told you?

I hope that you still do

Will you promise yourself that this isn't all we've got?



Back down, cash out

that's the city for ya

Break down and back out and get what's comin' to ya

When you said you were fallin' apart

I thought you meant that you were fallin' apart