Letra de Soul To Sell

Do you think we're fools? We know it won't be long 'Til you drill a well And fall straight through the roof of Hell And they lock you in a prison cell And leave the tale for you to tell You got no more soul to sell But oh well, that's life So carve on with your wicked knife You're so strong, you're so precise One day you'll learn to take your own advice And make your home in a prison cell And leave the tale for me to tell You got no more soul to sell And any place you place the blame The water tastes the same The sunlight hurts your eyes It's no surprise And anyone you chance to meet A stranger on the street They're bound to wonder why you run so dry You drink the tears from their eyes Do you think we're fools? We know it won't be long 'Til you drill a well And fall straight through the roof of Hell And they lock you in a prison cell And leave the tale for me to tell You got no more soul to sell