Painkiller The Pigeon - Timothy Grey

Timothy Grey, you nearly gave it away
There are rules to the game, Tim, and a way you must play
Don't undersell and stay calm as hell
If they say "No, thank you" don't let them get away

It's just like getting a girl, Tim
Do you know what I mean?
Because I'm giving you pearls, kid
Don't you want to succeed, Timothy Grey?

Timothy Grey, just show them what's on display
And get them to talk in a personal way
You're a natural closer, with a little steering,
The world could be a hurdle that you'd be clearing

If you don't have it you fake it
I can help you succeed
Don't be too shy to take it
Are you writing all this down, Timothy Grey?

I'm sorry I don't get it, Tim
What do you mean that's not how you want to win?
No one can take it with them, kid
What can all the respect in the world possibly mean in the end?
You might as well take what you can
While you're in the game
Cause no one loves a loser, Timothy Grey

Timothy Grey, I don't know what to say
I guess you don't have the stomach to go all the way
I'm disappointed in you, this should be your last day
You're just too soft to turn events your way

You could sell anything you wanted
Shaking hands when they departed
Slow dance with their wives when the husbands were late
Do you know how many would kill for your place?
You could have been one of the greats, Timothy Grey

"Timothy Grey, whose conscience got in the way,"
Oh, that's what they'll say
I'm letting you go today, Timothy Grey

Written by:
Devon Bryant

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