Long ago I used to hope
With glory woven through my everlasting rope
Though as I sink into the sky
I fall believing I could fly
Yet in this indecisive world
Where those with hesitation turn
The mislaid message from above
Makes way for men who never love...
Now everybody wants a better man
Someone to smile at
And everybody wants to be the man
Who crafts the clan...
With those of strength in heart...
So why don't I sell my soul to the Devil ?
Maybe he'll know what to do.
Maybe I'll see the glory days...
And smell the sweet perfume.
You see when you deal with the Devil
At least you know he lies...
So better the Devil you know
Than someone in disguise...
At The Crossroads...
Now if I sell my soul to the sinner
Smiling at midnight
Maybe I may finally see the sun...
Though as I gaze at all the better man
With plastic hands
My mind works ropes apart...
So why don't I sell my soul to the Devil ?
Maybe he'll know what to do.
Maybe I'll see the glory days...
And smell the sweet perfume.
You see when you deal with the Devil
At least you know he lies...
So better the Devil you know
Than someone in disguise...
At The Crossroads.