Tom Flannery Auctioneer
Bang the gavel bang the drumwords come rolling off the
tongue
memories fade when they disappear
look at me
I'll be your auctioneer
Sell the pictures on your shelf
into the frames fit someone else
sell the carpets sell the chandeliers
leave things to me
I'll be your auctioneer
voices echo down empty halls
then they'll suffer through withdrawals
knowing that they're not welcome here
that much is clear
while I'm your auctioneer
State your preference state your price
then leave us to our own device
walls around us to make things disappear
we'll start over
I'll be your auctioneer
voices echo down empty halls
then they'll suffer through withdrawals
knowing that they're not welcome here
that much is clear
while I'm your auctioneer
Bang the gavel bang the drum
words come rolling off the tongue
memories fade when they disappear
look at me
I'll be your auctioneer