Moving the Merchandise

[Intro] [clean electric guitar palm-muted eighth notes, drum fill, bass enters] [Verse 1] [tenor male vocals] I like the guns, the gold, the feel of being sold The rosewood grandfather clock I like the sin, the game, the portrait in the frame my Interior is always on mark I like the shop and spendand raise my hand You can call my number and I'll call you a friend I like to buy and sell and get emotional When I find a commemorative plate of spock [Chorus] [overdriven electric guitar enters, crash cymbals] And you want it too Every one of here is selling something to you but I got is first (may as well be me) what splendor [Post-Chorus] [guitar riff] You got a picture on your wall [drum break] but can you hear the prophets call [Verse 2] [palm-muted guitar returns] I like the new CDs, the popourri The gutting of an old estate I like the lust, the thrust, exchanging of the bills The deals that are being made I like to bait and switch, I like to bet my chips You can call my bluff or call me masochist I want the mirror, the meninites piss jug That is why these things exist [Chorus] [full band energy] and you'd buy it too Every one of here is selling something to you but I got is first (may as well be me) what splendor [Bridge] [guitar solo with light overdrive] A suit of armor on your wall And that is you, you're standing tall [Outro] [half-time feel on drums] Don't you bother me It's a slow day for clientele Mosing the merchandise We don't have to talk If you like the price [vocal ad-libs, guitar feedback swell] [Chorus repeats] And you got it too Every one of here is sending something to you but i bought it first (may as well be me) what splendor [Final refrain] Don't you bother me It's a slow day for clientele Mosing the merchandise We don't have to talk If you like the price [final drum hit]