When your soul is too tired, does it hurt to desire? Are you innocent? And you're blowing my mind with the hurt and the lies I feel depleted When the soles on your feet are too cracked and deceived Pass the bottle on I see hurt in your eyes, I was fooled, I'm disguised as the noble host You sold me down the river and I don't care about a thing You sold my heart to liver and I don't care about you now You sold me down the river and I don't care about a thing My heart is an open book to you You're diseased, you're complete, won't you come take a seat I feel whole again To decide where lie when you hurt and you die I feel cynical Because I was a wash out, a crash cart I hoped that I'd live again But I'm blind to the eyes that have cried and have cried for discovery You sold me down the river and I don't care about a thing You sold my heart to liver and I don't care about you now You sold me down the river and I don't care about a thing My heart is an open book to you Don't be afraid of the ghost in my heart I'll regain all the rope on this life that we lead To believe in a God who with hope and with love Has betrayed what I had but forgave what I lost You so elegantly have been deceiving You so eloquently have done me wrong I see hurt in your lies I was fooled by your guise I'd do it all for you if I tried I'd do it all I'd do it all You sold me down the river and I don't care about a thing You sold my heart to liver and I don't care about you now You sold me down the river and I don't care about a thing My heart is an open book to you