immortal soul

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A Great Blow for a Day Job Hear my tale - I'm Norman normal, always humble, mild and meek. In my bank a lowly banker - run-down branch on nowhere street 'till one day a stranger called - a foetid bible black he laughed, said "Sonny I don't want your money, I don't need an overdraft. Boy you have a great potential, don't you let it go to waste. My offer ends - so it's essential that you hurry on (make haste!). For a life of milk and honey sign along the dotted line... Thirty years of girls and money - at the end your soul is mine!" No one can dissuade me - I'm down on my knees, my conscience says "No" - my libido "Yes please!" If I put my pen to paper for eternity I'm damned. If I don't I'll never be the singer in a fiddle band. Can anyone blame me? - I don't think they'd dare, my soul says "No way" - But my mouth cries "Oh yeah!" Here I am - your good friend Norman, not so humble any more. Others age - but I look younger, stronger that I did before. I used to drive a Fiat Panda - now a lime green Cadillac. Guess my story goes to show not all the 'devils' own' dig black. I know there is a price I must pay for my thirty years misspent, when my satanic manager recoups my soul (100%). I'll meet him at the crossroads, midnight chimes - my time has come to party with the 'porno-queens' down by the shores of Acheron. I'll party on in Acheron! No one could dissuade me - I fell to my knees, my conscience said "No" - my libido "Yes please!" I have put my pen to paper and eternally am damned, I've squandered my immortal soul by singing in a fiddle band. Could anyone blame me? - I don't think they dare, my soul said "No way" - but my mouth cried "Oh yeah!" 'Evil I did dwell - Lewd did I live' - It's a small price to pay for the gift that he gives. Was it all worth it? - I'm too drunk to tell, I swap my cocaine for the brimstone of hell.