A deal's a deal
Down where the drunkards lie In the wind-swept gutter I stoop to retrieve my soul Lost when I dealt with the devil The Satanic Lord offered me riches Beyond even my dreams of avarice Restored youth and good looks were given I tried again to live my life To be good and kind and true. And then one day an angel came He told me that redemption lay So close within my reach Beelzebub had lost my soul His grip on it had slipped One more good deed would do the job One more good deed to succeed And so I stooped to lift you up Out of the gutters so foul I took you home and fed you meat And day by day I nurtured you Now I’m lying in a hospital bed You’ve kicked me in my head You stole my money and took away my life As surely as if you’d used a knife But I don’t care; I’m not in pain I’m whole now; I have my soul again. Written October 15th, 2001 © on Oct 15 2001 06:41 AM PST 0 • 13
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"Down where the drunkards lie..."