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