The only questions that I get from you

Are "why are we here?" and

"where are the roads all lead it to?"

There's all kind of places to go from here

But why leave now just to get your fair share of the view

It's you, you sold your soul and you jumped the queue

Chorus:

You're paying money

Take off your shirt

Close your eyes and tell 'em where it hurts

They are the sickness

I am the cure, yes

I will love you more

I will love you more

There's no greater crime than to hide away

Turn on the lights and let your admirer see your face

The conversation that we had last night was out of sight

I asked for your hand but

Oh you don't know

You sold your soul to the radio shows

Chorus:

You're paying money

Take off your shirt

Close your eyes and tell 'em where it hurts

They are the sickness

I am the cure, yes

I will love you more

I will love you so much more

I don't know what you've been promised

You haven't seen much of it yet

You'll hang around

They'll lead you on

Until they throw you right back right back right back

[2 x chorus]