So here I lie in the sand with a bullet lodged in my back And my blood just seems to run away In my blood I turn my head I check my mates, but they're dead Guns are drawn souls are gone,
But then out of the water Prince of Darkness the Lord of Thieves And the only words that I could cry were 'Take me home' He said, 'Silly boy, nothing's free for your soul'
And the thoughts they're passing through me now Like a bullet through my heart And my love, like my blood Lord, don't make me choose
'Boy you got 'til tonight to decide' And I tried to think and I tried to speak But finally I spit out my answer 'Dearest Satan, my soul's yours' My soul is yours, my soul is yours, my soul is yours, my soul is yours'