The Soul Mugger

Give me your money
And don't be a dummy
Got no money?
Then your flesh will taste yummy
Down where shit goes to stink
And drugs flushed do sink
Where those who dwell
In the sewer...a watery hell
Where no money
Won't get you no honey
In that living hell
Your flesh will sell
So make your choice
In your quietest voice
What's it cost?
So your soul won't be lost
Could I be a bother
And ask for a dollar
To save your soul tonight