"Let's Make A Deal" lyrics
Let's make a deal, dear
You came grovelling for chances not for you
Life scratched your back too many times
And your finger slipped through the crack
Now you lie here
Begging pardons from the devil who's drawn too near
Always a common fear
So it's a chance to change mugshots
But who's the chance for? Really, what's it all for?
If I could shake your hand, you better hope you stand
The devil takes no tricks, do you understand my dear?
'Cause when the fingers lock tight, you lost the fight
But you're a smart fella, amirite? Amirite? Amirite?
So please, sign on the dotted line
Sign 'til your wrist burns bright
Shake my hand and you'll find
You made a deal with nightmares
'Cause when you're out of time
And didn't play your cards right
You're mine
You sold your rights to the gods above
But they're not like you and I
I'm a glass mirror of yourself
Thrown off the shelf
Down the well I tried
To warn you better, you were not clever
Try me, 'cause you'll likely fall off short
Running you off course
So if you're looking for growing, never for showing
Better than knowing the root from the soil
And if you're never the wiser
Better the liar inside
But you want a favour, I got a nib and pen
Step in the lions den, and suffer the consequence
Never the less you're dead
And I'm here for the head my dear
But if you had to choose, what do you lose?
You must've been desperate to call
Hah, the fingers are slipping, head is a dripping
Body is sinking you know what you're missing
What am I thinking, here's my card!
It's a symphony of orchestrated gambles
But your life was in shambles 'til you tightened the shackles
My sympathies go out to the prime examples
Who kissed the cheeks of the devil and got
Knocked down with fear
While it's pretty much crystal clear
When you've got nothing left to lose
Misery pays the dues
Haven't a clue? What to do?
Just shake my hand
Sign on the dotted line
Sign 'til your wrist burns bright
Shake my hand and you'll find
You made a deal with nightmares
'Cause when you're out of time
And didn't play your cards right
You're mine
You sold your rights to the gods above
But they're not like you and I
I'm a glass mirror of yourself
Thrown off the shelf
Down the well I tried
To warn you better, you were not clever
Try me, 'cause you'll likely fall off short
Running you off course, the Devil has your life
You paid a visit to hell
If it wasn't obvious I could already tell could already tell
You have a soul to sell
I knew this because you already fell, already fell
You play with gasoline thinking all is well
It's why you're here with me and nowhere to yell nowhere to yell
Well now your former shell, it's caused an awful smell
So sign the deed I'll crack your harder than a
Dying star. Die with the dotted line
Sign on the dotted line
Sign 'til your wrist burns bright
Shake my hand and you'll find
You made a deal with nightmares
'Cause when you're out of time
And didn't play your cards right
You're mine
You sold your rights to the gods above
But they're not like you and I
I'm a glass mirror of yourself
Thrown off the shelf
Down the well I tried
To warn you better, you were not clever
Finally, you're were rightly
Forced by fate to closely relate to hells own hand
Likely you'll find me here
So let's make a deal
You came grovelling for chances not for you
Life scratched your back too many times
And your finger slipped through the crack
Now you lie here
Begging pardons from the devil who's drawn too near
Always a common fear
So it's a chance to change mugshots
But who's the chance for? Really, what's it all for?
If I could shake your hand, you better hope you stand
The devil takes no tricks, do you understand my dear?
'Cause when the fingers lock tight, you lost the fight
But you're a smart fella, amirite? Amirite? Amirite?
So please, sign on the dotted line
Sign 'til your wrist burns bright
Shake my hand and you'll find
You made a deal with nightmares
'Cause when you're out of time
And didn't play your cards right
You're mine
You sold your rights to the gods above
But they're not like you and I
I'm a glass mirror of yourself
Thrown off the shelf
Down the well I tried
To warn you better, you were not clever
Try me, 'cause you'll likely fall off short
Running you off course
So if you're looking for growing, never for showing
Better than knowing the root from the soil
And if you're never the wiser
Better the liar inside
But you want a favour, I got a nib and pen
Step in the lions den, and suffer the consequence
Never the less you're dead
And I'm here for the head my dear
But if you had to choose, what do you lose?
You must've been desperate to call
Hah, the fingers are slipping, head is a dripping
Body is sinking you know what you're missing
What am I thinking, here's my card!
It's a symphony of orchestrated gambles
But your life was in shambles 'til you tightened the shackles
My sympathies go out to the prime examples
Who kissed the cheeks of the devil and got
Knocked down with fear
While it's pretty much crystal clear
When you've got nothing left to lose
Misery pays the dues
Haven't a clue? What to do?
Just shake my hand
Sign on the dotted line
Sign 'til your wrist burns bright
Shake my hand and you'll find
You made a deal with nightmares
'Cause when you're out of time
And didn't play your cards right
You're mine
You sold your rights to the gods above
But they're not like you and I
I'm a glass mirror of yourself
Thrown off the shelf
Down the well I tried
To warn you better, you were not clever
Try me, 'cause you'll likely fall off short
Running you off course, the Devil has your life
You paid a visit to hell
If it wasn't obvious I could already tell could already tell
You have a soul to sell
I knew this because you already fell, already fell
You play with gasoline thinking all is well
It's why you're here with me and nowhere to yell nowhere to yell
Well now your former shell, it's caused an awful smell
So sign the deed I'll crack your harder than a
Dying star. Die with the dotted line
Sign on the dotted line
Sign 'til your wrist burns bright
Shake my hand and you'll find
You made a deal with nightmares
'Cause when you're out of time
And didn't play your cards right
You're mine
You sold your rights to the gods above
But they're not like you and I
I'm a glass mirror of yourself
Thrown off the shelf
Down the well I tried
To warn you better, you were not clever
Finally, you're were rightly
Forced by fate to closely relate to hells own hand
Likely you'll find me here
So let's make a deal
