Selling all the sense from your world

On the streets they've honed their smiles
Bided their time to sell their wares with their styles
To sell you every guess and every answer
To sell you every kilometer, every mile

The tongue dodges teeth greeting you
from their mouth
they'll sell you what you don't want and toast to your health
They'll sell you a broken today and next week butter won't melt

Their eyes look for signs of some desire unfulfilled
some ailment they can recommend you a pill for
As you arrive they roll the cursed dice of second sight
There will exist an undeniable opiate a vice that's just right

And those giant bat like wings will surely unfurl
As those vendors sell all the sense from your world