They Want My Soul

歌詞

Let's go get out in the street Somebody's gotta Let's get the stars to align for lambs of slaughter In the photograph their eyes make a signal path And the feelin goes on and on and on and on and on And on and on and on Don't it feel like Friday night Cars are all lined up Let it go push you around What's it amount to Card sharks and street preachers want my soul Up-sellers and palm readers want my soul Post-sermon socialites Park chanters and skin-tights All they want's my soul yeah they want my soul In the photograph Your eyes make a signal path And the feelin goes on and on and on and on and on And on and on and on Let's go lose track of time Somebody's gotta Let's get the stars to align for lambs of slaughter Educated folk singers want my soul Jonathon Fisk still he wants my soul I got nothin I want to say to them They got nothing nothing I want All they want's my soul Yes yes I know it They want my soul They want my soul Oh why