Soul To Sell - 3

Do you think we’re fools?

We know it won’t be long

'Til you drill a well

And fall straight through the roof of Hell

And they lock you in a prison cell

And leave the tale for you to tell

You got no more soul to sell

But oh well, that’s life

So carve on with your wicked knife

You’re so strong, you’re so precise

One day you’ll learn to take your own advice

And make your home in a prison cell

And leave the tale for me to tell

You got no more soul to sell

And any place you place the blame

The water tastes the same

The sunlight hurts your eyes

It’s no surprise

And anyone you chance to meet

A stranger on the street

They’re bound to wonder why you run so dry

You drink the tears from their eyes

Do you think we’re fools?

We know it won’t be long

'Til you drill a well

And fall straight through the roof of Hell

And they lock you in a prison cell

And leave the tale for me to tell

You got no more soul to sell