Osculum Infamous from Volume: Fresh by Jonny Latenight

They told me it couldn't be done
They told me I wasn't no fun
They told me to hold onto wishes
Well look at me now
They told me to pack my things
They told me all the trouble I'd bring

I'm not crazy
They are

I told them all things I had learned
I told them that I would return
I told them to count their blessings
Ready or not here's one more lesson
They told me I wouldn't get far
I told them to bring around the car
They told me about my heresy
I told them arrivederci

Truth be told I want to sell my soul
Or trade it in for a lump of coal
It's not worth much on a buyers market
You don't need a loan, you can't even hock it
If you talk to Satan, that old double-crosser
Give him my best then give him my offer

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