Jimi Hendrix - Ball & Chain For Sale Lyrics
1.You got me sitting up on the shelfWhile youre out bewitching someone else.Do I live, do I dieDo I laugh, do I cryWhat game am I supposed to loose this time ?2.You got chains attached to my headYou spreading magic honey all in your bedWhat is it you want ?Just a puppet that talksOr maybe just a lover who makes love to the dead.Step onto the stage...just a few more minutes...Lets see what kind of juggler you really are.Say without that whip and those bloody bootsWhich are rented...you actually could becomeA morning star...But you rang your last bellEven your planets, theyve gone to hellAnd your world turns to nothing but a bubbleIn a shotgun jar.And now you dont know who you really are.3.So instead of trying to make me your slaveWhy dont you just...call it a day.Either way Im gonna winSo save yourself some windDont make me to be the last to seeYou to your grave...Well well, ball and chain...for sale.New day come...masters gone to hell...Well well, ball and chain...for sale.Sunrise come...masters dying in hell...
