| Song | Sales Pitch |
| Artist | John Reuben |
| Album | The Boy vs. The Cynic |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Everyone’s got a hidden agenda watch them push it on you | |
| Everyone’s got a hidden agenda don’t pretend not to | |
| It’s a battle for your mind and a battle for your pocket book | |
| They’ll play on your emotions until your heart is hooked | |
| Reel them in tell them what’s your intent | |
| No mr. salesman you don’t have my confidence | |
| See I’m not sure if I can trust your heart | |
| So don’t feed me your lies disguised in sheep guard | |
| Everyone’s got an agenda can you tell me what for | |
| Everyone’s got an agenda can you tell me what’s yours | |
| From the liberal media to the conservative core | |
| From politics to the dude trying to play it cool on the dance floor | |
| Its human nature runs deep and reeks of secrets | |
| No matter how hard you try no man can keep it | |
| For a time maybe but one day you’re gonna have to face it | |
| And when that time comes you won’t be able to fake it | |
| (chorus) | |
| Left yourself lying in the dark waiting to be exposed | |
| Catch yourself hiding from your heart and what God only knows | |
| Smile put on your game face | |
| Your death bed awaits | |
| And sure there’s grace but it’s going to sting a bit | |
| Try to sell it to God and see if he buys your sales pitch | |
| Watch them tell you they’re more than their worth | |
| Watch them take advantage of the church | |
| But then again stepping stones were meant to be walked on | |
| They’ll leave and come back once the floor boards are gone | |
| And they’re sitting in the basement pondering energy wasted | |
| Trying to figure out how to make it | |
| Take it to the innocent and manipulate it | |
| Job well done religion look what you’ve created | |
| Easily slipping easily fading away | |
| Easily forgetting why it was that I was made | |
| Easily saying all the right things I need to say in order to make it easier for myself to get paid | |
| Don’t look at it like this moments of trite bliss | |
| This propaganda is lifeless | |
| Move at the speed of which light is | |
| Fast forward through the time as I write this | |
| Now I might not have been the wisest | |
| But I put my soul into each line if money ain’t the motive it’s priceless | |
| I followed a trend called timeless | |
| (chorus) | |
| These folks don’t walk it but they go about it and they talk it | |
| Now-a-day’s they’ll turn anything into product | |
| Merchandise name your price try and turn a profit | |
| Even the sacred's been turned dishonest | |
| (chorus) |
| Everyone' s got a hidden agenda watch them push it on you | |
| Everyone' s got a hidden agenda don' t pretend not to | |
| It' s a battle for your mind and a battle for your pocket book | |
| They' ll play on your emotions until your heart is hooked | |
| Reel them in tell them what' s your intent | |
| No mr. salesman you don' t have my confidence | |
| See I' m not sure if I can trust your heart | |
| So don' t feed me your lies disguised in sheep guard | |
| Everyone' s got an agenda can you tell me what for | |
| Everyone' s got an agenda can you tell me what' s yours | |
| From the liberal media to the conservative core | |
| From politics to the dude trying to play it cool on the dance floor | |
| Its human nature runs deep and reeks of secrets | |
| No matter how hard you try no man can keep it | |
| For a time maybe but one day you' re gonna have to face it | |
| And when that time comes you won' t be able to fake it | |
| chorus | |
| Left yourself lying in the dark waiting to be exposed | |
| Catch yourself hiding from your heart and what God only knows | |
| Smile put on your game face | |
| Your death bed awaits | |
| And sure there' s grace but it' s going to sting a bit | |
| Try to sell it to God and see if he buys your sales pitch | |
| Watch them tell you they' re more than their worth | |
| Watch them take advantage of the church | |
| But then again stepping stones were meant to be walked on | |
| They' ll leave and come back once the floor boards are gone | |
| And they' re sitting in the basement pondering energy wasted | |
| Trying to figure out how to make it | |
| Take it to the innocent and manipulate it | |
| Job well done religion look what you' ve created | |
| Easily slipping easily fading away | |
| Easily forgetting why it was that I was made | |
| Easily saying all the right things I need to say in order to make it easier for myself to get paid | |
| Don' t look at it like this moments of trite bliss | |
| This propaganda is lifeless | |
| Move at the speed of which light is | |
| Fast forward through the time as I write this | |
| Now I might not have been the wisest | |
| But I put my soul into each line if money ain' t the motive it' s priceless | |
| I followed a trend called timeless | |
| chorus | |
| These folks don' t walk it but they go about it and they talk it | |
| Nowaday' s they' ll turn anything into product | |
| Merchandise name your price try and turn a profit | |
| Even the sacred' s been turned dishonest | |
| chorus |
| Everyone' s got a hidden agenda watch them push it on you | |
| Everyone' s got a hidden agenda don' t pretend not to | |
| It' s a battle for your mind and a battle for your pocket book | |
| They' ll play on your emotions until your heart is hooked | |
| Reel them in tell them what' s your intent | |
| No mr. salesman you don' t have my confidence | |
| See I' m not sure if I can trust your heart | |
| So don' t feed me your lies disguised in sheep guard | |
| Everyone' s got an agenda can you tell me what for | |
| Everyone' s got an agenda can you tell me what' s yours | |
| From the liberal media to the conservative core | |
| From politics to the dude trying to play it cool on the dance floor | |
| Its human nature runs deep and reeks of secrets | |
| No matter how hard you try no man can keep it | |
| For a time maybe but one day you' re gonna have to face it | |
| And when that time comes you won' t be able to fake it | |
| chorus | |
| Left yourself lying in the dark waiting to be exposed | |
| Catch yourself hiding from your heart and what God only knows | |
| Smile put on your game face | |
| Your death bed awaits | |
| And sure there' s grace but it' s going to sting a bit | |
| Try to sell it to God and see if he buys your sales pitch | |
| Watch them tell you they' re more than their worth | |
| Watch them take advantage of the church | |
| But then again stepping stones were meant to be walked on | |
| They' ll leave and come back once the floor boards are gone | |
| And they' re sitting in the basement pondering energy wasted | |
| Trying to figure out how to make it | |
| Take it to the innocent and manipulate it | |
| Job well done religion look what you' ve created | |
| Easily slipping easily fading away | |
| Easily forgetting why it was that I was made | |
| Easily saying all the right things I need to say in order to make it easier for myself to get paid | |
| Don' t look at it like this moments of trite bliss | |
| This propaganda is lifeless | |
| Move at the speed of which light is | |
| Fast forward through the time as I write this | |
| Now I might not have been the wisest | |
| But I put my soul into each line if money ain' t the motive it' s priceless | |
| I followed a trend called timeless | |
| chorus | |
| These folks don' t walk it but they go about it and they talk it | |
| Nowaday' s they' ll turn anything into product | |
| Merchandise name your price try and turn a profit | |
| Even the sacred' s been turned dishonest | |
| chorus |