Text: David Gray. Sell Sell Sell. Sell Sell Sell.

I beg to differ to break the chain
To draw a line right through tomorrow
And cancel every claim
I've seen reflections beneath my skin
And drums beating for battle
In the eyes of children

And turning it over right down
Where the eye don't see no color
Where the war don't make a sound
Ice on the shoulder, Noel
Praise the Lord above and sell, sell, sell

Oh, violent flowers, you fill the screen
Betray your mother and change your name
So tall and fickle and blind as snow
Running headfirst for oblivion
'Cause you've nowhere else to go

And turning it over right down
Where the eye don't see no color
Where the war don't make a sound
Ice on the shoulder, Noel
Praise the Lord above and sell, sell, sell

In chill of winter, in dead of night
Each so familiar with the hunger
That they got no appetite
They talk of loving, I hear her say
That as fast as I can give it
He's taking it away

And turning it over right down
Where the eye don't see no color
Where the war don't make a sound
Ice on the shoulder, Noel
Praise the Lord above and sell, sell, sell

Turning it over right down
Where the eye don't see no color
Where the war don't make a sound
Ice on the shoulder, Noel
Praise the Lord above and sell, sell, sell

A weeping willow, the desert wind
So many learn to swallow
So few to understand
This deepest longing, this cup of faith
Where to put them in a world
Where no innocence is safe