I sold my soul to the devil today,

now I’m struggling through this eight hour day,

just for some daily bread.

This heat is a killer,

worse than any dancing zombie from Thriller,

because Mike Jackson can’t control this horror today.

I don’t know why I left her this morning,

she was looking so beautiful for me,

like a Midsummers Night Dream.

But I sold my Soul to the devil today.

As it reaches the midday I’m looking for a leway to get me out of this hell

and back into my cool cell.

The sun is blaring hot,

making me not like it a lot.

I want this day to end,

cause I know that’ll be my friend.

I know that the weekend will soon be here.

No sweat, no tears.

No devils to heat to fear.

Just me with a cold beer, and my dear on my side.

Cause the devil won’t be in control here in about five,

when my soul comes back to life.

But, sadly, until then,

I will have to get back to work in this devil’s den.