Skyclad - Great Blow for a Day Job
Great Blow for a Day Job
Hear my tale - I'm norman normal,
always humble, mild and meek.
In my bank a lowly banker -
run-down branch on nowhere street.
'till one day a stranger called -
a fetid bible black he laughed,
said "Sonny I don't want your money,
I don't need an overdraft.
Boy you have a great potential,
don't you let it go to waste.
My offer ends - so it's essential
that you hurry on (make haste!).
For a life of milk and honey sign
along the dotted line......
Thirty years of girls and money -
at the end your soul is mine!"
No one can dissuade me - I'm down on my knees,
my conscience says "No" - my libido "Yes please!"
If I put my pen to paper for eternity I'm damned,
if I don't I'll never be the singer in a fiddle band.
Can anyone blame me? - I don't think they'd dare,
my soul says "No way" - but my mouth cries "Oh yeah!"
Here I am - your good friend norman,
not so humble anymore.
Others age - but I look younger,
stronger that I did before.
I used to drive a Fiat Panda -
now a lime green Cadillac.
Guess my story goes to show not
all the 'devils' own' dig black.
I know there is a price I must pay
for my thirty years misspent,
when my satanic manager recoups my soul (100%).
I'll meet him at the crossroads,
midnight chimes - my time has come
to party with the 'porno-queens'
down by the shores of acheron.
I'll party on in acheron!
No one could dissuade me - I fell to my kness,
my conscience said "No" - my libido "Yes please!"
I have put my pen to paper and eternally am damned,
I've squandered my immortal soul by singing in a fiddle band.
Could anyone blame me? - I don't think they dare,
my soul said "No way" - but my mouth cried "Oh yeah!"
'Evil I did dwell - Lewd did I live' -
It's a small price to pay for the gift that he gives.
Was it all worth it? - I'm too drunk to tell,
I swap my cocaine for the brimstone of hell.