For long they have been selling their dreams,
And I am the buyer.
For long their slogans churn the stream,
And I am the buyer.
They sold harvest, they sold gold.
They sold Marx , brave and bold.
They sold a comrade, they sold voice.
They sold placards, deafening noise.

They sold the darkness of a damp cell,
What was I buying I could no more tell.

For long they have been selling their thoughts,
And I am the buyer.
For long their slogans brewing wrought,
And I am the buyer.
They sold wisdom, they sold help.
They sold freedom, but not for self.
They sold light, a bit too bright.
They sold praise, they sold fire,
They sold a future with a date to expire.

They sold a world down in a well,
What was I buying I could no more tell.

For long they have been selling their faith,
And I am the buyer.
For long their slogans igniting wrath,
And I am the buyer.
They sold agitation, they sold purification,
They sold terror, they sold fear.
They sold the hearts of someone dear.
They sold religion to suit their region.

They sold faith in a closed shell,
What was I buying I could no more tell.

For long they have been selling their progress,
And I am the buyer.
For long their slogans deepening in regress,
And I am the buyer.
They sold commotion, calling it revolution.
They sold racism, burying humanism.
They sold a house with a rigid wall.
They sold a market where values fall.

They sold a heaven which looked like hell,
What was I buying I could no more tell.

For long they have been selling potions of power,
And I am the buyer.
For long their slogans of decaying desire,
And I am the buyer.
They sold knowledge of a twinkling land,
They sold a world within your hand.
They sold restless, jaded generation,
They sold youth without passion,
They sold ambition with delusion.

They sold a soul which can not sell,
What was I buying I could no more tell.