A Quarter for My Soul

(Verse 1:) I stood at the crossroads at midnight, Expecting fire, brimstone, and a grand affair. He showed up in a worn-out suit, Said, "What’s the big deal? Let’s get this done." He asked me what I wanted, Like he was ordering from a drive-thru lane. I said, "Fame, fortune, the usual stuff," And he nodded, like he’d heard it all before. (Chorus) I sold my soul to the devil, but only got a quarter, A shiny little coin for my eternal barter. Thought I’d be rich, with castles and gold, But all I got was a story that’s old. (Verse 2:) I thought I’d get a mansion, a car that flies, But all I got was a wink and a sigh. The devil laughed, said, “Buddy, you’re late, The good deals are gone, you’ll have to wait.” I asked about power, a kingdom to rule, He chuckled, “You’re cute, but don’t be a fool. Kings these days are out of style, How about a coupon? That’s more worthwhile.” (Chorus) I sold my soul to the devil, but only got a quarter, A shiny little coin for my eternal barter. Thought I’d be rich, with castles and gold, But all I got was a story that’s old. (Verse 3:) He pulled out a contract, ancient and worn, I squinted at the fine print, my eyes full of scorn. “Is that in Latin?” I asked, feeling duped, He just shrugged, “Nah, it’s more like legal soup.” He said, “Sign here, in blood if you please,” I pricked my finger, started to seize. But all he gave me was a band-aid and grin, I thought, “Man, this deal’s thinner than skin.” (Chorus) I sold my soul to the devil, but only got a quarter, A shiny little coin for my eternal barter. Thought I’d be rich, with castles and gold, But all I got was a story that’s old. (Verse 4:) So now I’m stuck with this lousy deal, No riches, no power, nothing surreal. Just a quarter that jingles in my empty hand, And a lesson learned I didn’t quite plan. I tried to cash it in, at the corner store, The clerk just laughed, “You must want more.” So here I am, back where I began, With nothing to show but this cheap, lousy scam. (Chorus) I sold my soul to the devil, but only got a quarter, A shiny little coin for my eternal barter. Thought I’d be rich, with castles and gold, But all I got was a story that’s old. (Outro) Now I tell my tale to anyone who’ll listen, How I met the devil, and what’s missin’. They laugh, they gasp, they shake their heads, At the fool who bargained for a quarter instead. So if you ever find yourself at that crossroads, Remember my tale, and how it unfolds. Keep your soul, don’t be a clown, Or you’ll end up with a quarter and a frown. (Chorus) I sold my soul to the devil, but only got a quarter, A shiny little coin for my eternal barter. Thought I’d be rich, with castles and gold, But all I got was a story that’s old.