I did not sell my soul;

I left it on the streetcar home

And I got nothing in return

I never really used it in a meaningful way

Got no big plans for judgment day

Not much to miss, much less to save

So when I found it in my mailbox

With a note that spelled my name wrong

I knew just what it would say:

"Where did we go wrong, boy?

What did you expect?

We took it out in trade

It won't be very long, now

Whisper in the dark

It's time you got afraid."

So saddled with this dead man's debt

I marched myself straight down to heck

"Pray tell me, just who should I serve?"

Dude just chucklеd

Cracked his knuckles

Dipped his fеather in a well of fire and brimstone

Said, "you've got some fuckin' nerve!"

"Where did we go wrong, boy?

What did you expect?

We took it out in trade

It won't be very long, now

Whisper in the dark

It's time you got afraid."

Well that sounds fine

Could you read it to me slower?

Just to give it the once-over?

"It says you're mine

Paid on time

You were just a waste of water then you died."

Where did we go wrong, boy?

What did you expect?

We took it out in trade

It won't be very long, now

Whistling in the dark

It's time you got afraid

You think you were born wrong

But you had it made

And you pissed it all away

It won't be very long now

Waiting for that simple twist of unbecoming

Get your steps, count your blessings

Don't forget to check your balance

Hope you're fully paid