Satan's Song

To try to make you listen

I won't burn out my soul

to keep you warm beside the fire

when winter nights grow cold


For the privilege of playing for you

when you're wise and old

you'll know the young and foolish

have to do what they're told


Oh yes I'll make the effort

but I won't pay the toll

To cross the River Styx

you'll have to cross his palm with gold


'Cos Satan is the boatman

who rows the boat to Hell

and you'll hear the dead souls screaming

when they ring the Mission Bell


So when you buy your ticket

and when you hear the tale

Don't listen to the wicked

tell you everything's for sale


To try to make you listen

I won't burn out my soul

This song is just a vision

of the story of the world