Faustus

I sold my so-called rock and roll
He made the pact I signed in blood

You know I'm a garage superstar
My eyes reflect the shine of the recording monitor

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Cigarettes burning in the ash tray
Wastebaskets on fire
Kitchen going up in smoke
And dinner's lost
Oh my

I rolled out of bed this morning
Saw the bottles lying on the floor
And thought, did I have a party last night or what?
I had to go back to sleep
My head hurt so bad

Then I saw the cut on my finger
And I remember how we partied last night
I sold my so-called rock and roll
I don't even remember what for

Dreams of a driven, ash-bound fury
Bound up in flame
Still bound, faltering around
My collar in hell

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