Oct 16, 2011 11:14
"I went & sold my soul so I could pay my rent.
I waited by the mail, but the check was never sent.
So I called the Devil up, but I just got his machine.
I left an angry message, said I gotta have the green!
I didn't give up then, but I made another plan:
If Satan didn't want my soul I'd sell it to the man.
I tried to find the number, but it wasn't in the book.
I'd get the money anyhow, no matter what it took--
No matter what it took...
No paragon of virtue, at least I'm not a thief--
It's so easily justified but always leads to grief.
So I got a piece of cardboard & I made myself a sign.
To sell my soul below the market rate was my design.
I went down on the street & I tried to make the deal.
A Land Rover drove right by with Satan at the wheel.
He saw what I was doing & said, "That's not yours to sell!
You'll get the check tomorrow & I'll see your ass in Hell
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So you'd better spend it well..."
-- "A Fable With No Moral" by Sam Coomes (Quasi), from 1999's Field Studies
job woes,
music,
vice is its own reward