Snake-Oil Salesman

Lyrics for a new Red Felt Heart song:

You fill up all the spaces with people and endless places; photograph it, Instagram it, try to mark it up as profit.

You smiling Snake-Oil Salesman -- you and your fancy tailcoats -- you never got the love you needed, now everyone is left depleted.

You know all about it...you're on top of all of it...you, alone.

You know all about it...you're on top of all of it...you, alone.

You fill up all the spaces with gossip, slander, and rigged horse races; you never got the love you needed, now everyone is left defeated.

Your grand facade is blatant -- you cultivate it daily -- but night-time rolls around too soon, and your tarnished heart is exposed to the moon.

You know all about it...you're on top of all of it...you, alone.

You know all about it...you're on top of all of it...you, alone.