I met the devil down at the crossroads. Sold him some pills,
he said, "I'm not what I used to be back when you believed in me.
I've sent my best men up to the surface. Haven't heard from them,
it makes me nervous. Hey, how are things up there, anyway?"
I talked to Jesus. He's now an actor.
He said, "I hate the camera, but the camera loves me.
It's this perfect chin, you see."
Sold him some cocaine. They called his stage name.
He said, "Man thanks a lot for coming all this way.
Tell dad that I said 'hey'."
Hallelujah! I've got the cure for your martyred blues.
I'll sell it to you, and I can get more if you need me to.
So now you've got a new, sick cellmate.
He's coughing and he's keeping you awake;
now doesn't that just make your head ache?
Well, I've got a quick fix for that,
let's measure out the product on these golden tablets.
God never said you couldn't have a little fun.
And so it starts one summer, selling to your friends.
Now, a few years later, I can't see how this is going to end.
I'm not even trying, and you just won't believe who's buying.
Not a bad way to make a living;
my clients make sure I'm forgiven.
Hallelujah! I've got the cure for your martyred blues.
I'll sell it to you, and I can get more if you need me to.
Hallelujah! Come down from that cross they're nailing you to.
I'll sell it to you, and I'll be the one who is saving you.