Collide

Feel the bittersweet deception
On your back until it burns
(Smouldering flames of ice)
We're only ashes in the end

Not buying, I'm just looking
(As pointless as it seems)
Not hoping, I'm just praying
(To a godless sky of dreams)

Just trying to make a living
Competition's not my forte
There's no need to repress me
With your want of mindless junk

Just looking, I'm not buying
(Angry scowls I don't deserve)
Just praying, I'm not hoping
(I'm just waiting to be served)

Pennies on the cash desk
Four pound/Four Quid short
Despairing gleams of fear flash
                       down the barrel of my gun

Dice with death
In bullet time waves
And empty the till
With Speed,
A bag of money isn't so funny
As houses collapse in your eyes
(Crushing the kids underneath)

Just browsing, not about to purchase
(I know you don't need to be told)
Just pondering, not expecting

You're a sell-out that's still left unsold...