Butterbros - Devil's Pact

Now listen up boys cause I've got a story to tell
In '78 I was living in a bad motel
One dark night the devil came up to me
And said 'I can take your problems away, but it won't be free'

Cause you ain't got money
You ain't got gold
Ain't got nothing
Nothing to live, live for
Ain't got money
You ain't got gold
Ain't got nothing to sell
Nothing to sell but your soul

I cut my finger and my blood sealed the deal
The next day my Harley was full, it's roar all I wanted to hear
I rode to the city and played my guitar on the street
And a guy from a record label said 'your riffs are neat'
(‘let me offer you a record deal, just sign right here over the line’)

Cause you ain't got money
You ain't got gold
Ain't got nothing
Nothing to live, live for
Ain't got money
You ain't got gold
Ain't got nothing to sell
Nothing to sell but your soul

Now I'm in a bitchin' band and people know my name
I have bitches when I need, I could drown in champagne (‘give it to me baby’)
I have everything but there's one thing I fear:
It's the day the devil comes and takes my soul away

Cause you ain't got money
You ain't got gold
Ain't got nothing
Nothing to live, live for
Ain't got money
You ain't got gold
Ain't got nothing to sell
Nothing to sell but your soul

Ain't got money
Ain't got gold
Ain't got nothing to live
Ain't got money
Ain't got gold
Ain't got nothing to sell
(Nothing to sell but your soul)

Ain't got money
Ain't got gold
Ain't got nothing to live
(Nothing to live for)
Ain't got money
Ain't got gold
Ain't got nothing to sell
(Nothing to sell but)

You ain't got money
You ain't got gold
Ain't got nothing
Nothing to live, live for
Ain't got money
You ain't got gold
Ain't got nothing to sell
Nothing to sell but your soul