I sold my soul to a big breasted girl
she suckled me on gin and consolation
and she traded my soul to the CIA
at the Oyster Bar in Grand Central Station
down on the futures market dead souls go
for pennies or a dime for the dozen
and the live souls trade for a dollar a day
and the Brits trade their souls to the Cousins
the devil runs a hedge fund on bundles of souls
and he sells his take to the wizards
the devil is a snake and his mother is a whore
the devil is a Texas horned lizard
I sold my soul to a friendly looking girl
but she turned me over in the morning
she was sweet as clover honey in a honey trap
but I was too damned blind to read the warning
I was too damned blind and I was too strung out
I was living on gin and self pity
so I sold my soul to a sympathetic girl
real nice, an intellectual, and pretty
so virgins watch your backs and your fronts and your sides
and don’t let yer knickers down easy
you don’t trust yer mother and you don’t trust yourself
you don’t trust the girls who look sleazy
look out kid cause there’s somethin you did
and the secret police are gonna find it
and they’ll blast your mind in a far away jail
they will render your soul and unwind it
but your soul will fly to a faraway place
where you can’t trust your friends or your mother
there you can’t trust yourself cause you don’t exist
so you must trust your sisters and your brothers
your sisters won’t screw you and your brothers won’t too
and that is how you will know them
you can recognize the lies that are in the eyes
of the handlers who just want you to owe them
then hold on long in that faraway place
where the torturers can no longer touch you
they will try their damndest to bring you back
you will find they can no longer touch you
in that faraway place where there is no time
the sisters will soothe you in the twilight
and they’ll tend your wounds in the pale full moon
while you disappear north through the skylight
down on the futures market dead souls go
for pennies or a dime for the dozen
and the live souls trade for a dollar a day
and the Brits trade their souls to the Cousins
--Ross Bender
