"Great Blow For A Day Job" lyrics - SKYCLAD

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 up, 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!"

Said: "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 any more
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