Buying New Soul

Dried up, a guitar upon my knee

I should have sold out when the devil came for me

Dig a hole and throw it out to sea

Break the code, how happy I could be

I still wave at the dots on the shore

And I still beat my head against the wall

I still rage and wage my little war

I'm a shade and easy to ignore

White wall, I had to paint a door

I always find that I've been through it before

Close it up and throw away the key

Break the code, how happy I could be

I woke up and I had a big idea

To buy a new soul at the start of every year

I paid up and it cost me pretty dear

Here's a hymn to those that disappear