There once was a devilish thought

That mankind's soul could be brought

For a handful of gold

Or so we've been told

A world of pain can be wrought

The devil was chuffed

Ethics could go and get stuffed

For a wee bit of pay

A mortal would sway

And give up one soul; slightly scuffed.

Now a soul doesn't seem all that real

So man thought ‘What a good deal'

‘It may be a bit rash'

‘But I could sure use the cash'

‘Alright devil, give me your spiel'

The promises came thick and fast

The benefits they would be vast

Give up your soul

(It'll only leave a small hole)

And the rest of your life is a blast

There will be wine, women and song

And a beautiful body built oh so strong

Life just a never-ending party

Filled with friends all so hearty

Tell me, how could this ever be wrong?

But the devil on detail didn't dwell

That one day come the toll of a bell

It will be with fate

That you have a date

And your soul will be taken to hell

Shame then about your heart condition

The fun is over, it's not just intermission

Smile at the man next to you

For he sold his soul too

Hang on, wasn't he a bloody politician?

But cheer up it could still be worse

As they button you up in your hearse

A life of continual pain

Will seem just that much more sane

Than reading any more of this verse.