Last night as I laid with Lust
Riding the highs and fearing the lows
I asked what it would cost to spend my life with her
She stroked my hair and named her price
I had not what she demanded
So I offered to pay with a piece of my soul
I once met a man named Ginny at a bar,
I told him: why do you make me love you so,
I know how dangerous you are
He cackled and said to me:It only gets better from here,
For the right amount I can show you someone much better than I am
I had no money so I offered a piece of my soul.
Last Sunday I was with Jesus
He asked me to cast my sorrows upon him
Lest I drown in them
But only for a piece of my soul
I unburdened.
Tomorrow I shall meet with death
Bearing what’s left of my soul
In befuddlement he may wonder
Why there is nothing left