The Paris Buns - It Pays to Be Sincere Lyrics

Don't tell me that you've closed the doors
I can see them coming up the platform
Yelling "Hold!" and "Oh my lord", they board
They can't fit anymore
There's pressure on my skin
And there's pressure building up within my brain
If you'd only told the truth, I could've left behind this train

'Cause it pays to be kind
It pays to be good
It pays to keep it clear
It pays to be sincere

Your doublespeak confuses
Don't you dare call us sore losers
I don't want all your free things
I just want to hear you say what's on your mind
No, I don't mean that
What's really on your mind
I don't want your ten-cent soundbites
Sit right down; we've got the time

'Cause it pays to be kind
It pays to be good
It pays to keep it clear
It pays to be sincere
It pays to be kind
It pays to be good
It pays to keep it clear
It pays to be sincere

I keep you close 'cause you don't lie
You got my back when my enemies multiply
I wipe my eyes you keep them dry
You know why

You are the soul provider
You are the soul provider
You are my soul provider
You're my holy roller rider

'Cause it pays to be kind
It pays to be good
It pays to keep it clear
It pays to be sincere
It pays to be kind
It pays to be good
It pays to keep it clear
It pays to be sincere