A Fable With No Moral - Quasi

I went & sold my soul so I could pay my rent

I waited by the mail, but the check was never sent

So I called the Devil up, but I just got his machine

I left an angry message, said I gotta have the green!

I didn’t give up then, but I made another plan:

If Satan didn’t want my soul I’d sell it to the man

I tried to find the number, but it wasn’t in the book

I’d get the money anyhow, no matter what it took —

No matter what it took…

No paragon of virtue, at least I’m not a thief —

It’s so easily justified but always leads to grief

So I got a piece of cardboard & made myself a sign

To sell my soul below the market rate was my design

I went down on the street & I tried to make the deal

A Land Rover drove right by with Satan at the wheel

He saw what I was doing & said «That's not yours to sell!

You’ll get your check tomorrow & I’ll see your ass in Hell

So you’d better spend it well…"