I made a deal with the devil
And I think he got the raw end of the deal
‘Cause now he’s stuck watching my ass
As I’m running like a hamster on a wheel
And he’s spitting out hashtags and calling me blessed
With my terrible body and miserable friends
Don’t make me laugh
Fourteen thousand six hundred
Such a lot of days to fit in forty years
Cringing with each passing moment
He can’t stop the blood from pouring out his ears
When I tried to tell god he wouldn’t listen to me
‘Cause I invoked his name with a lowercase G
I made a deal with the devil
And he drafted an amendment to the clause
But I think that it’s kind of funny
So I chuck the contract down his gaping maw
As he begs for rescission and pulls up a chair
And he kicks and he screams about how it’s not fair
But I can’t live in fear of a pit of despair
What’s the point of a hell when I’m already there?
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