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 wood…
Didn’t they tell you now of Judas,
Didn’t the tell you how he would as
Soon have paid back twice the sum, if he but could?
Didn’t they tell you what would happen
To a ship without its Cap'n?
To a man who goes through life without a friend?
Didn’t you know you should not do it-
Didn’t you know that you would rue it-
Didn’t you know you'd have to pay up in the end?
Didn’t they tell you you wouldn’t make it?
Didn’t they tell you you couldn’t 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 end…
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Submission Name: DIDN'T THEY TELL YOU
