a song about me going to the crossroads and selling my soul... true story |
Cigar The devil In the desert with wealth and taste but no face, standing on a briefcase Offering me a cigar sayin I'll go far, driving Cadillac cars and playing a mean guitar For your deepest desires your playing with fire You could just be being seduced by a snake tongue liar Haunting voices wrap around my head, playing till my fingers bled, shook that hand but I was already dead Boney Fingers and gospel singers in a room full of swingers While that golden fiddle plays a hodown blood drips down from a rose crown Down to the crossroads I go to sell my soul Signed the dotted line on that ancient scroll Forever in ink, he gave me a wink and was gone in a blink. Gone without a trace Platinum album in his place Life in the fast lane caught up in the race He loaned me 20 bills while I fled for the hills Spent it on some funny pills That kill the pain in my brain Am I going insane Now I'm flying on a private jet with a buffet of cocaine Fast women and fancy cars Playin In Smokey bars Picking on old guitars Lucy has your mind blown Feeling like a child but you're grown Strangeness all around A serpents hiss the only sound Eat the forbidden fruit And a piper plays the flute At the gates of dawn I stand World at my command Just playing in the band while we travel the land When I was young I shone like the sun Lately I've been living life on the run A crazy diamond in the rough avoiding cuffs Eyes like black holes in the sky Not afraid to die Words I choked now I spoke On a ship of fools bound for treasure island when the thunder broke An angel choir sings on high up in the sky, while a demon band jams on the land. The angel of music was tame Prince of darkness now his name, for all the best music he's to blame. Selling in or selling out the sound is what it's all about Tritone chills you to bone People surround me but I feel alone Got a burning fire inside that's hard to hide That's what happens when particles collide The morning star shines so sublime like a fireball in the night sky A stairway to heaven or a highway to hell I'm so burnt out it's hard to tell |