I want for glory's hour, for wealth's esteem
I wish to sell my soul, to be reborn
I wish for earthly riches, don't want no crown of thorns
See his face, see his smile
Time to die
Wo-ooh, oo-ooh, noo
I was born a fool, don't want to stay that way
Devil take my soul, with diamonds you repay
Hadde det bare vært så vel at man kunne solgt sin sjel til djevelen. Vel, det kalles narsissisme. Jeg mener for de av oss som er i besittelse av faktisk sjel og indre følelse.