Isn't it funny how you sold your soul
For a paltry bit of miser's gold?
Your eyes have died, your face is made of woodÖ
Didnít they tell you now of Judas,
Didnít the tell you how he would as
Soon have paid back twice the sum, if he but could?
Didnít they tell you what would happen
To a ship without its Cap'n?
To a man who goes through life without a friend?
Didnít you know you should not do it-
Didnít you know that you would rue it-
Didnít you know you'd have to pay up in the end?
Didnít they tell you you wouldnít make it?
Didnít they tell you you couldnít take it?
Now you know you're slowly going around the bend-
And, like a lamb that goes to slaughter,
Like a fish that's out of water,
You know now that you have really reached the endÖ