Ain’t it funny how you sold your soul
For a paltry bit of miser's gold
Your eyes have died; your face is made of wood
Didn’t they tell you now of Judas
Didn’t the tell you how he would as
Soon have paid back twice the sum, if he but could
Didn’t they tell you what would happen
To a ship without its Captain
To a man who goes through life without a friend
Didn’t you know you should not do it
Didn’t you know that you would rue it
Didn’t you know you'd have to pay up in the end
Didn’t they tell you you wouldn’t make it
Didn’t they tell you you couldn’t take it
Now you know you're slowly going around the bend
And, like a lamb that goes to slaughter
Like a fish that's out of water
You know now you have really reached the end
Ain’t it funny how you sold your soul
For a paltry bit of miser's gold
Your eyes have died; your face is made of wood
Didn’t they tell you now of Judas
Didn’t the tell you how he would as
Soon have paid back twice the sum, if he but could