"the Salesman Lyrics - The Receiving End Of Sirens

I've got this little itch that I never learned to scratch 

It seems that even if I had, I'd rather itch than not 

When the pleasure is the lesser and it's giving to the pressure 

Of an ever growing lust and an always present want 

All this is yours so here's your piece of it, your part in it 

Clench your jaws, ith claws, you'll strangle it, you'll smother it 

Damn right, I want nothing to do with this, no part of it 

Fight to death to keep it 

This mere fondling is mine 

(It's the subtlest of snares) 

I've cared so much with proving that I've lost all love for proof 

An ever growing craving for a quickly fading feel 

(It's the subtlest of snares) 

I'd trade my soul for a great big hole and a heart too hard to heal 

All this is yours so here's your piece of it, your part in it 

Clench your jaws with claws, you'll strangle it, you'll smother it 

Damn right, I want nothing to do with thisn no part of it 

Keep locked your jaws I hope you choke on it, choke on it 

The craving grows 

Fiercer and fiercer it grows 

It grows 

The craving grows 

Fiercer and fiercer it grows 

It grows 

My heart is ringing out of tune 

(Fiercer and fiercer it grows) 

My heart is ringing out of tune 

(Fiercer and fiercer it grows) 

My heart is calling out for you 

I'm first to thirst and the last to drink 

Of the words I've heard but rarely think 

Forget my heart has gone to hell 

I have found the well and it's mine, all mine 

I've got this little itch that I never learned to scratch 

It seems that even if I had, I'd rather itch than not 

When the pleasure is the lesser and it's giving to the pressure 

Of an ever growing lust and an always present want 

In the background: 

All this is yours so here's your piece of it, your part in it 

Clench your jaws with claws, you'll strangle it, you'll smother it 

Damn right, I want nothing to do with thisn no part of it 

Keep locked your jaws I hope you choke on it, choke on it