Bookseller A seller of hope In jungles made of stone The only thing you find Your cover has been blown You beat around the place You try to hide from curse I've been there I've been there Stop right now - you're wasting my time Things you offer blow my mind I've been there I've been there You're standing next to me Hungry for your prey How many have been trapped? How many will obey? You sell your pretty face You try – it’s not for me I've been there I've been there