Sell My Soul

Текст песни Steve Fawcett - Sell My Soul

Too late to change his ways
I guess I'm here to stay
I keep digging this old hole
His mine is cold and deep
I feel it in my sleep
Black dust will take its toll
One more dollar, one more day
I will never get away
Mmm, sell my soul
Black coffee, bitter night
I'm down before the light
I keep digging that old hole
Back breaking, picking stones
Working in that devil's home
Black dust will take its toll
One more dollar, one more day
I will never get away
Mmm, sell my soul
One more dollar, one more day
I will never get away
Mmm, sell my soul