How many times can I do the deal, what’s left to trade? 

Another slice of my life, for the promises you’ve made? 

To Rosedale again, big hand wrapped around my soul.

A hell hound on my back and blues, blacker than coal.

 

And if you’re travelling with me, you’d better be aware

I can’t control what happens now, however much I care.

Spiritually bereft, possessed, blown by sultry delta winds.

Dark martyr of my desire, exchanging glory for my sins.

 

Take this moonlit road, deal struck, life changed, head high.

Pain and glory, equal measure, in grief and pleasure I cry.

And yes, I know there’s debt, there’s always a price to pay.

And your terms are fatal and you’ll collect, come what may.