Lyrics

Been counting my sins of the Father
Counting my votes of the Son
While the leaders and cheaters and fakers all take everyone

Caught ‘em holding and folding five aces
Wheelin’ and dealin’ dried blood
No tears out here in the rock and the stick and the mud

I got a soul to sell to the Devil
So I asked him what I should do
He said, fill out this application, I'll get back to you

Now I’m locked in a mental prison
Taught to bow down and obey
Better put on that muzzle and blinders and do what they say
I better do what they say

I got a soul to sell to the Devil
So I asked him what I should do
He said, fill out this application…

Yeah, I’ve been talking with the Devil
My rent's three months overdue
He said just call up your Congressman (or woman) and we'll get back to you
I’ll get back to you…