| The dark orange sun burnt out As the devil, wearing pink, dived down To the pit of your soul He paid one dollar ninety-eight for it What a bargain The trees swayed uncomfortably in the breeze The rabbits ran for cover to escape the noise The people shielded their noses from the smell Whoops I farted What a bargain I too sold my soul to the devil The devil does his rounds Up hill down dale Around the bend And through the fields Not a stone left unturned In his quest, His quest is a noble one To find the souls of all mankind Will he find the truest soul of all He lives in hope that each day will be his last His search goes on The rain ceaseless in its pursuit of him As he gathers his souls On his quest Unending God watches on powerless to stop The mythical beast that is chimera Flies into the night Armageddon is upon us |
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