Lyrics Magic Seed - The Outfield

Magic Seed

Yellowman — dealing in a back street
Sinnerman — he’s telling you it’s never enough
Nobody there — inside the mind he wasted
In a city where it’s all gone wrong
Too many people and they don’t belong
Suffocating on the air they breathe
Selling their souls for the magic seed
Pretty girl — standing in a doorway
At a price — offering a bed for the night
Nobody cares — a sign of the life she’s wasted
In a city where it’s all gone wrong
Too many people and they don’t belong
Suffocating on the air they breathe
Selling their souls for the magic seed
So afraid — nowhere else to go now
Far far away — there’s a place
That you once called home — but
In a city where it’s all gone wrong
Too many people and they don’t belong
Suffocating on the air they breathe
Selling their souls for the magic seed
Yellowman — you can’t buy me
Sinnerman — pretty girl
Selling their souls for the magic seed