Sold Your Soul (For Making Dough)

The beasts of rock 'n roll

Once flew, but now they crawl

Into the nites of burning fame

They live by the fuck

And die by the buck

Dead minds once alive with youthful flame

The stars in their eyes

Have turned to dollar signs

You know such loss is a shame

I see the "artists" lie

They say art will not die

As they buy into the money game

The demons of rock 'n roll

Have blown it, they sold it all

To the man from which they thought they'd run away

And now see the golden strings

Tangled in the devil's wings

Tied to the man he has to pay

Into the nites of burning flame

Dead minds once alive with fame

For those who sell the song remains the same

You sold the flame for fame

So sad, but true

The "artists" lie as they buy

Into the money game

For fame they sell the flame

They sold their souls for making gold

They sold their souls for making dough