From the recording For Sale
This song is about sacrificing one's freedom and spirit for the material things and the American dream, but realizing that you've made a terrible mistake. Everyone can relate to this at one time or another in their lives.
Lyrics
FOR SALEBy Pat Aureli ©2001
Sell the three-bedroom ranch houseWith the paved driveway and picket fenceSell the dining room furniture‘Cause none of it makes any senseSell the wide-screen TVAnd that ol’ entertainment centerSell the four-poster bed And that ugly bedspread from your mother‘Cause I sold my soulWhen I sold my motorcycleYeah, I lost my old friendWith a tiny ad in the classifiedAnd how I miss that rideAnd all her shiny chromeNow everything’s for saleYeah, everything I ownAnd all I know is I’ve gotta get that bike back homeI’m gonna sell everything that doesn’t moveI’m gonna sell everything you talked me intoI’m gonna sell everything I just can’t use‘Cause I sold my soulWhen I sold my motorcycleYeah, I lost my old friendWith a tiny ad in the classifiedAnd how I miss that rideAnd all her shiny chromeNow everything’s for saleYeah, everything I ownAnd all I know is I’ve gotta get that bike back home Sell that old Ford pick-up truckYou know it always ran kind of rough Sell the baseball cards and racing stuffSittin’ on the shelf collectin’ dustSell the washer and dryerThe stove and refrigeratorSell the lawnmower and power toolsYou know I won’t need them later‘Cause I sold my soulWhen I sold my motorcycle
©2001 Patricia Ann Aureli, BMI