I sold Satan my soul at midnight
on the crossroads (He did look quite a hoot
decked out in his wingtips and Armani suit);
all that I really wanted was a light,
but it was quite a treat to see that brute
cackling and chuckling with evil delight
(it was clear the fiend thought the price was right).
I showed no fear. I was resolute.
If he's apt to trade a soul for a whim
(praying for the better end of the deal)
then he may collect after my last breath.
I forsee no torment upon my death.
Lucifer believes his end was the steal.
I don't want to spoil the bargain for him.