Klopfenpop - Soul Custody lyrics

You know me, I could be your best friend Makin' dreams come true from the east side to the west end But perhaps an introduction's in order Some see me as sinister, but I'm a simple soul sorter They paint me as the bad guy, guile incarnate Horned and mustachioed, styled in scarlet As you can see, I'm quite well-dressed and kempt Clean-shaven and I write off the rest as contempt They got it out for me, but that's neither here nor there They're the ones who made this world neither clear nor fair And evil? I wouldn't go quite that far I don't claim to be faultless, but we are who we are And all I'm here do is make your dreams a reality You wanna fly? Let me take care of gravity Fame, power, s**? You want it then have it, see I'm here for you, to a**ist in your depravity [hook] Now let me level with you, it's a two-way street You get whatever grips you, but the loot ain't free If I'ma give you the world, I best be seeing returns: The promise of your soul before this meeting adjourns One-time deal, so you can take or leave it Offer so real you couldn't make believe it You got the rest of your life before the payment's due …It's like no money down ‘til you're through It's always up to you, you could plot the devout route Or you can go through me and get your lot without doubt But, candy or rock whether or not you found out It might taste sweet but it'll rot your mouth out The paperwork's drawn up here on the desk So if you're up for the deal, let's endorse the check Now, while it might not be as diabolical as mine I'ma need your signature right here on this dotted line [hook] You made a big decision here today, my friend The smart one, too, and that I commend But why so worried, it's not like you're the first A lot of clients ended up accepting the curse That kid Nic from Genoa, used to play on the street Plucked a mandolin so his family could eat Just seven years old when he made the trade Best damned fiddler to this day to play And Little Robert Dusty from Robinsonville He was always awful trusty and honest until That late night by old Will Dockery's plantation When we bartered for that musical incantation And fair warning: after this visit's conclusion You'll convince yourself that I was just a vivid delusion And in time, my memory will fade to a rumor But I'll be back to collect, later or sooner [hook]