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I have no soul to sell
I threw it away in the wishing well
It tried to fly but to the bottom it fell
Now it has to look up just to see Hell
I have to look up just to see Hell
I have to look up just to see Hell
Just to see Hell
Just to see Hell
Hell…Hell….Hell

The skies are always gray
But to me, that's quite okay
I kinda like it this way
In my mind, it's a gray day every day
gray day every day
every day
gray day

Everyone says they're gonna move to California
To make it big on the silver screen
Well the Golden State just called to warn ya
That the only red carpet you'll see is in a dream

And everyone says they're gonna move to New York City
And shine on the big stage the second they arrive
Your naive delusions are such a pity
Before you even get a chance to take a bite out of the big apple…it's going to swallow you alive

But go ahead and sell your soul
Toss your change and dreams into the hole
Go ahead try to achieve your goal
You'll just end up on the wrong side of a glory hole
You'll never snap out of Satan's spell
But you're just too blind to tell
Yet I still wish you well
On your one way ride to Hell

…wishing you well…on your way to Hell…

…When you walk the red carpet, it'll turn into a tongue and swallow your soul
Before you even get a chance to take a bite out of the big apple…it's going to devour you whole…