Walking along a road one night,
I saw a tavern doused in moonlight.
Oh it was such a terrible sight,
Oh it was such a fortunate sight.
A woman pale and richly dressed,
With rings on her fingers and an air to impress,
Looked at me with red rimmed eyes:
She said… “Make a deal with the devil.
Yeah, sell him your soul.
You can even ask for silver or gold.
You can ask for success, you can ask for fame.
Really, you can ask for any damn thing.”
In the center of the crossroad, I stood still,
And I felt the frostiest chill.
Oh it was such a terrible feel,
Oh it was such a fortunate feel.
A man in black with flaxen hair,
Had a twinkle in his eyes and had no cares,
Looked at me with red rimmed eyes:
He said… “Make a deal with the devil.
Yeah, sell him your soul.
You can even ask for love, mi amour.
You can ask for revenge, you can ask for power.
Really you can ask for any damn thing.”
At the door of the tavern I noted to my surprise,
A large horde of people, with seemingly no ties.
Oh it was such a terrible group,
Oh it was such a fortunate group.
People smiling and hosting every countenance,
Filled the tavern with an air of regret.
They looked at me with red rimmed eyes:
They said… “Make a deal with the devil,
Yeah, sell him your soul.
You can even ask for riches untold.
You can ask for eternal life or a certain someone’s death.
Really you can ask for any damn thing.”
Behind the bar stood the man,
He handed me a contract, a pen, and a can.
Oh it was such a terrible sight,
Oh it was such a fortunate sight.
At the bottom of the page, hot to the touch,
I signed my name, and watched as the scarlet ink bled,
I looked up with red rimmed eyes.
I made a deal with the devil,
Yeah, I sold him my soul.
And you can bet your ass I asked for silver and gold.
I asked for success, I asked for fame.
But what I got was pain,
All I got was pain.