Wax Tailor - The Man With No Soul lyrics

The foundation is the soul I'm getting tired of this ridiculous business How can you talk about money when i'm talking about souls This is not your business I'd be happy to face The coming of your disgrace You never seem to erase Some sort of bitter taste In it for the money But you will have to pay Or die chocking on cherry And with it be buried The man without ear The man without heart The man with no spine The man with no soul The man without ear The man without heart The man with no spine The man with no soul You're the man without friends Leading a small life Just trying to hide out Your lack of any talent I'll be happy to face The coming of your disgrace The man without ear The man without heart The man with no spine The man with no soul The man without ear The man without heart The man with no spine The man with no soul You'll end up alone The man without ear The man without heart The man with no spine The man with no soul The man without ear The man without heart The man with no spine The man with no soul You'll end up alone You'll end up alone You'll end up alone