In conversation with El Diablo.
The guy with the horns from below
came up to see me and said hello,
he said you seem a little sad
perhaps I can show you a little bad,
I said I wasn't interested in temptation
I'm still working on my redemption.
He smiled wryly and said he could offer me more
I do better deals than your local discount store,
let me show you what I can offer
then surely you will no longer suffer,
I am blue not green I know you want my soul
tormented in your fiery abode as you turn me into charcoal.
But surely that guy upstairs knows what you desire
he only wants songs of praise from his heavenly choir,
I can satiate all of your secret fantasy's with a wave of my hand
and you will be a King of an empire in somewhereland.
What you offer Beelzebub only inflates the ego,
what I aspire to is something you wouldn't know.
Please entertain me with your proclivity and I'll see what I can do
in exchange for your soul I'll guarantee your earthly time will no longer be blue,
can you free me from the guilt of causing pain to those that I love
can you take away the remorse I have for those that I've been neglectful of,
can you show me how to be a better father and husband
can you teach me how to listen better so I don't misunderstand.
I can see the confusion and despair in your eyes Mephistopheles
there are many more human frailties that you cannot appease,
what you offer only serves arrogance, contempt and conceit
go back to your own screaming purgatory you miserable deadbeat,
I don't want the things money can buy I want the things you can feel
I want love, self respect, compassion, dignity, patience and humility, all that is truly real.